I didn’t remember there was going to be a meteor shower until after Nick and I were already in our PJs and crawling into bed. But Nick is good to me, he’s so good, and when I asked if he would go out and watch it with me he said, “Sure!” Mind you, it’s well below freezing outside…but I grabbed some warm blankets and he grabbed his camera, and all bundled up we headed out. We laid down in the front lawn and watched a pretty spectacular show of streaking lights. It’s addicting, at least for me, and I found myself promising I would go back inside after I had seen “just one more.” But after catching a glimpse of the next bit of space debris launching across the sky, burning so brightly and so briefly, I would inevitably say…eeeee, just one more. It was the cold that finally broke the spell and convinced us to go back inside.
It was one of those nights. We were in the moment, we were present together…and it was quiet and universe was showing off it’s cosmic glory. We oooh-ed and ahhh-ed at space rocks hurdling their way through our atmosphere, wildly burning into nothingness.