Wasn't that the sky falling?
Just now, heading down to the shore for an evening walk, out over the water, I saw the arc and burn of a meteor, but much clearer and closer than I've ever seen before. It's one of the things I love about living in Australia, seeing meteors on a regular basis. I don't know whether it's because I'm outside at night more than I would have been in Canada, or whether rocks and space junk better like falling into the atmosphere over Oz, but I see more meteors here. And meteor showers, too. Sweet.
(Why do I want to believe reason #2, when good sense tells me reason#1 makes more sense? Could someone please provide me with a whole different reason so I can sidestep this battle between romance and rationality?)
(Why do I want to believe reason #2, when good sense tells me reason#1 makes more sense? Could someone please provide me with a whole different reason so I can sidestep this battle between romance and rationality?)