Henry crawled (okay, more like bounced) into bed with me at 5:30 this ( Read more... )

the second shooting star made me laugh. it flared quickly, whoosh!, leaving me an absurd desire to say hello, lost as if trying to catch the attention of one person in a flood of people leaving a train station. gone. swift and friendly and intent on its own business. hellogoodbye ( Read more... )

This summer I've seen the best two shooting stars I've ever seen. One on a night when Jason was here, we slipped outside after Henry fell asleep to admire the extraordinarily clear night, Milky Way and all, and, slowly enough that I could call his attention to it, a star shot overhead, west to east, slow and long across the sky ( Read more... )