I can’t sleep. Then I remember the Perseids.
I get up quietly and seek out a spot in the backyard – a balance between a good gap in the elm canopy, away from the neighbor’s bright driveway light.
As my eyes adjust, I note how weak our light-polluted Clovis sky is. Haze from summer wildfires doesn’t help.
Nearby traffic sounds – even this early – punctuate a soft cacophony of insect sounds. It’s cooler out here than inside the house.
Probably 10 minutes pass, as I let my mind wander.
Then I see my first meteor – perfectly centered and clear, right where I’m looking. It darts from left to right.
Like a gambler at the slots, I want more. I stay put.
My impatience gnaws at me. Grass tickles my skin. Is that a mosquito?
But I am stubborn.
More time passes. Traffic, bugs, my whirring thoughts.
Finally, double my value, double the fun – I see a second one, barely.
Out of the periphery of my vision, on the right, it skims next to the redwood.
I stay longer. Those are definitely mosquito bites, I can tell now.
But my patience is rewarded a third time.
That’s enough fun for one night. I must not be greedy.
I go, start the coffee and my day.