THANK YOU, NEIL GAIMAN.
Because you posted tonight about watching the Perseids, thus reminding me that we’re at (well, one day past) the peak. So I ran outside and wandered around until I found the darkest spot I was going to get short of hopping in the car and driving into the hills (and believe me, I thought about it), and I stood on the sidewalk with my head craned all the way back and my hands cupped around my eyes to block out the street lamps, and then I saw something that might have been a faint streak. Then another, near the edge of my glasses, where I wasn’t really looking. Then a third, bright and clear, right in the middle, with a brief trail just to prove I hadn’t made it up.
Tonight, I saw the first shooting stars of my life.