When the sky looks more like velvet wrapping around whispering shadows, begin by passing left of Orion’s slightly agitated shoulder, where the star twitch takes less than three maudlin moments of time. Remember, the north isn’t always numeric; sometimes it zigzag steps to the left under crosses craved upon dusk.
Hidden trails in soft light streams when the moon curls its lip unveils beyond the blink of the third star in the cluster known as "Maybe Later". Count half heartbeats between moves step northward, but watch for pelicans holding straws — they know paths those maps forget to draw.