Drag the heavens. Rest on a constellation and it will introduce itself.
The Moon keeps the only calendar every culture has agreed on. Her next month, drawn to the minute for the dome's latitude.
A meteor shower is the Earth driving through a comet's litter. The debris keeps its lane for centuries — which is why we can promise you these dates.
Six furious hours, then nothing. The year's most punctual extremist.
Debris of Comet Thatcher, observed for 2,700 years and counting.
The crowd-pleaser. Warm grass, no moon if we're lucky, one wish per minute.
Halley's Comet, paying interest twice a century between visits.
Mostly modest; once a generation, a storm of a thousand an hour.
The year's finale — slow, bright, and faintly green. Dress accordingly.
For the youngest astronomers: how a photon spends four hundred centuries leaving the Sun, and eight minutes reaching your eye.
Our neighbour galaxy approaches at 110 km per second. An hour on what four billion years of patience looks like.
Chopin under the winter sky, projector at full depth. The only show where we ask you not to point.