When we visit our friends' lake cottage, one of our favorite activities is nighttime boat rides. Since we never eat dinner until after the sunset, late night rolls in quickly. We argue about the music, we sing along and we watch for shooting stars. Everyone can find the big and little dipper, the North Star and we can point out planes and satellites.
Although we've been doing this for years, one of our friends had never seen a shooting star. By some fluke, she always managed to be looking down or in another direction when one would happen. It became a mission for her to see one.
Last weekend we had a debate about what makes a shooting star. (It's a meteor entering the atmosphere.) During the debate, we saw a vivid one.
The streak, so to speak, is over.
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I have only seen a shooting star once. It was a beautiful summer evening & I was with Sergio. We saw not one but two! One was chasing the other across the sky. In my husbands arms, looking into the sky, sharing that spectacular sight will last a lifetime.
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