Thursday, August 13, 2009
If You're Not There When the Miracle Happens, You Won't See It
The air was cool. High gauzy clouds draped a dark sky, kissing a mother-of-pearl moon.
I sighed, my sleep-fuddled brain translating the clouds to the moment, No Perseids for me. But before I could lower my gaze, a glowing white streak seared the sky, between me and cloud.
One last silent minute and I smiled my way back to bed.