I think I’ve been doing it for close to a decade now? Finding a comfortable spot outdoors, pouring myself a glass of wine (or a cup of hot chocolate), and staring at the stars in the late hours of the night on two occasions: the Perseids, most visible during August, and the Geminids, which appear at the tail end of the year.
Tonight is no different. Currently I am in the balcony, half-buzzed because of this bottle of wine I’ve been nursing since mid-afternoon, propped up by pillows, kept company by Elle, who, despite her tiredness and sleepiness, is lying next to me, keeping her eyes peeled for my next move.
I usually don’t like the dark, but meteor showers are an exception.
(If anyone asks, so is spelunking.)
It’s cloudy tonight, however. Chance of rain, maybe even a thunderstorm. Am I disappointed? Yes, very much so.
But will I stay out? Take advantage of the chilly (subjective) night and maybe spend tonight in the balcony? Most probably.
I think despite its sheer stupidity (I have made far wiser decisions), I’m staying out because despite of the cloud cover, I know the stars still lay beyond. I know that despite the fact that I don’t see them, there will be 50-100 meteors per hour tonight. I can keep wishing. Over and over.
And maybe, just maybe, I’ll be able to wish, blindly, at the right time.
And maybe, just maybe, that wish can come true.
Of perpetual finds 