As I was driving home this evening, I saw a shooting star right in front of me. I saw about 15 more in the following 10 minutes. Somehow, I feel like this means something, if only I could figure out what.
When I was like 12 or 13 I was away at summercamp in late July/early August and we had ridden our horses through the Ozarks for several hours and then set up camp and did all the traditional things you do (ghost stories, getting lost for fun, marshmellows etc) When we laid out under the stars that night I had never in my life seen a shooting start. I has seen 11 by morning. I loved falling asleep under the stars that night. Someone told me the next day while we were riding our horses back to camp that it had been a meteor shower but I still wished on every one of them. Glad you caught sight of whatever magical thing it was.
I like to think my first kiss was in response to a shooting star -- it's annoying because it meanse I have the real-first-kiss memory and the idealized-version both in my head. On one nice starry night after this musical had just wrapped up, cellist-girl and I (who were in the pit orchestra, of course), went on this nice long walk. At one point she was looking at me -- the whole night had been really romantic -- and I wanted to kiss her but chickened out. Hey, I was just 15 and didn't know how this worked. Then 20 minutes later I was annoyed at missing that opportunity, when we both saw this fireball-y shooting star. I also didn't kiss her then when I obviously should have.... so I ended up depressed the next week, regretting doing nothing all during that perfect romantic night with the shooting star. We finally had our first kiss but it was under way less romantic conditions. At least I timed our kiss to this music that was playing (I wonder if she noticed?), or else I'd really be annoyed at the whole first kiss memory. Anyway, I like shooting stars, but somehow they sort of depress me because of that experience. I hope to one day make up for it with another first kiss with someone else while witnessing a supernova.
I can't quite recall the first time I saw a shooting star, but I know it was at my grandfather's house, which is up in the middle of nowhere in New Hampshire...my big sky memory is the first time that I saw the Milky Way. I was 13, and at summer camp in Maine. We had this cabin on an island in Muscungus Bay, and it was unbelievably dark and the sky was amazingly clear. The first night I was there, I looked up, and there was the this ribbon running across the sky. I'd read that people could see the Milky Way, but I don't think I ever actually believed it, and certainly didn't understand what that meant, until that moment. It was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen. I think it may still be the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. It's strange to look back and think how a moment can change your life.
And good luck on the super nova. ;) That'd be an awesome thing to see...
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Anyway, I like shooting stars, but somehow they sort of depress me because of that experience. I hope to one day make up for it with another first kiss with someone else while witnessing a supernova.
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I can't quite recall the first time I saw a shooting star, but I know it was at my grandfather's house, which is up in the middle of nowhere in New Hampshire...my big sky memory is the first time that I saw the Milky Way. I was 13, and at summer camp in Maine. We had this cabin on an island in Muscungus Bay, and it was unbelievably dark and the sky was amazingly clear. The first night I was there, I looked up, and there was the this ribbon running across the sky. I'd read that people could see the Milky Way, but I don't think I ever actually believed it, and certainly didn't understand what that meant, until that moment. It was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen. I think it may still be the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. It's strange to look back and think how a moment can change your life.
And good luck on the super nova. ;) That'd be an awesome thing to see...