Waiting for a Star to Fall

In general, I am a homebody. I love being here, in the quiet, enjoying the comforts. Of course, it also pays to be outdoors, and last night was one of those nights. The Man and I went to his work Christmas party, and we were out far past our usual bedtime. Rather than being fast asleep by 11, we were just heading to the Metro to get back home at that hour – yes,  it made it harder to get up this morning, but it was worth it. We had an evening out, got free food and drink (real drink, not just water and soda…I had rum, people!), worked off the hors d’oeuvres dancing, and inhaled the clean, cool air that settled in after last week’s rainstorm.

Besides the company, the best of the evening was the sky.  It was quite clear and in a city with so much light, the amount of visible stars in the sky was unusually high. This was fortunate as we arrived home just in time to check out the Geminid Meteor Shower — if you don’t know what those are, they are cosmic bits burning up as they go through our atmosphere, or what we commonly refer to as “falling stars.” The Man talked about them in his post here and you can find out more about them here.

It was cold for Southern California, in the upper 40s, so I kept my coat on and we went outside to see what we could see. As the Man tinkered with the telescope to find the sparkled sisters of the Pleiades and the misty Orion nebula, I stood on the balcony and stared at the sky, waiting for a star to fall. Several appeared and because his eye was in an eyepiece, he missed them.  He popped back up at just the right moment and we both saw a golden flare streak across the sky, leaving a trail behind it, our mouths open in awe. It took nearly 10 seconds to peter out — I can still see it in my mind’s eye.

The telescope got cold and went inside (the Man helped) and we stood outside waiting to see just one more before bed.  It was only a few minutes before a Geminid appeared and was gone before we could blink. Satisfied, it was time to turn in.

As he was setting up the scope, the chorus to this song kept playing in my head – it was released in 1988 by Boy Meets Girl.



By Joy

I'm 42, a remarried mom of an 8 year old girl and a toddler son, a teacher, and a writer. People tell me I tend to be brutally honest and ...tell it like it is, so I had hoped to use this outlet to keep me sane while I got used to my new life as a stay-at-home Mom back when I was home with my daughter....it worked. And it's been therapeutic through the end of a marriage and the emergence of me...


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