Geminids

Weeping rain clouds flee the scene, and a cold breeze caresses the side of my face. Glittering particles soar through a brisk December night, and I am awestruck as I gaze upward, admiring the Geminids meteor shower. As each traveling star shoots through the dark sky, I gasp like a child seeing fireworks for the first time. Some of meteors are faint and speedy sparks, while others sail through as bright balls of fire, leaving trails of glowing space dust. The last one counted is the most brilliant of them all, triggering my imagination. Extraterrestrial beings seem to be signaling me to come back home.

South Taurids

Painter sweat pants, boots, flannel, snow jacket, and trooper hat- my gear for viewing the South Taurids meteor shower. As soon as I step outside, the very second I look upward, a meteor already greets me, shooting across the dark terrain above. Well, good evening there, #1. Perfectly enough, Explosions in The Sky makes melodies and rhythms in my ears, while I search for more traveling stars. Now, mind you, this is no Perseids shower, but I am in hopes of catching my fireball tonight. To my satisfaction, lo and behold, she is #6. Bold and beautiful, #6 glides a bit more slowly than the others, and much more brightly- she is my fireball. Gasping like a child in awe, my thoughts hone in on what my heart desires. The wish I make attaches itself to her, and she disappears into the night, with a promise it will come true. #7 makes me wait a long time for her, like the love you have been waiting for your whole life. She zips by, whispering good night, as I stand up to retreat to my warm headquarters. Thank you, South Taurids.
And good night, to the raccoon who scared the living bejeezus out of me.