The Gatherers

t 9:30 on a summer night, four adults gather at a picnic table in Keene’s Norton Cemetery, waiting for the sky to darken. Already, the Adirondack ceiling is sprayed with stars, the Milky Way splashed above, Jupiter on display. Stare up, and the planetarium-perfect curve of the universe is so disorienting, you might cling to the picnic table to get your bearings. By 10, as the sky