Tonight was the first time I really understood the view of the stars we have above our house. I turned off the living room light and did what I normally do to see the night sky or the fireflies or the full moon or whatever cosmic event I want to see – I went out onto the deck and looked up. Cassidy came out behind me and taught me how it’s done – to walk around to the dark corner of the deck and lean our heads back as far as they can go without falling, and then look up above the house.
Just the sight was enough to make me dizzy. We’ve been here nine months and I never knew.
Once there was a guy I was in between seeing. He had broken up with me after nearly a year of dating, and we had been apart for a few weeks already at this time. He was at my parent’s house to visit me so I had guessed we might get back together soon after that night. I guessed right. We played poker on the deck with my dad and some of his friends and then they all left. This guy suddenly stood up and said, “Look!” He pointed at the sky. At the very specific place he pointed, we saw a shooting star only seconds later. I shrieked. “How did you know?” He couldn’t tell me. I thought he was a magician. To this day it’s one of those events that still isn’t very clear to me. Coincidence? Probably. Maybe not, though.
Then there was the time soon after Cassidy and I got back together that we went to Yosemite together. We rented a cabin named Lupin, after one of our favorite Harry Potter characters – Remus Lupin. The cabin had a hot tub. One night in the hot tub, we must have seen ten shooting stars right above our heads. Up there with no air pollution and just a vast, dark sky. It’s haunting in the best way. I thought it was the sky’s way of blessing our reunion, as we were never apart soon after that.
A year or two later, when we were already planning our wedding, we stayed with our families up at the wedding venue we had just booked. It was the dead of winter. So ridiculously cold you wonder if you’ll flash freeze to death just by walking outside. It was eight degrees. Most people were inside. My sister, Cassidy and I went outside during what must have been a meteor shower. We saw dozens of shooting stars and we screamed into the frigid night each time. It was a lot of screams.
Then there were the times I saw the kind of shooting stars that seriously fizzles and you can hear it. How is that even possible? And they’ll sort of drop brightly into the night directly in my line of vision and I’ll shout, “Did anyone see that?” And mostly, no, no one else did. I always felt like those were meant specifically for me. Cause how could you miss that?
It’s not something that happens all of the time. This is just a collection of the handful of times I’ve been lucky enough to see a shooting star or several. There’s a meteor shower tonight, supposedly. The night is clear for the first time in days. Cassidy already saw a big, loud meteor. Now it’s my turn, even if it takes all night.