Watching the Perseid showers is pretty much an annual event, a fun, traditional thing for my husband and me to do on an August night. They usually coincide with our wedding anniversary, which makes the event easy to remember. With urban spread, though, they’re getting tougher to see.
Tonight was the second night I gave the Geminid showers a go. Forty degrees, no moon, a crisp breeze out of the southwest. Also a thick hat, gloves, and a sleeping bag out on the deck. There were a couple of “shooting stars” last night, but tonight–oh!–thirteen in less than an hour! Awesome. The first one was bright and over twenty degrees long, which was a good way to begin. I know where they were all supposed to be coming from, but really, they were all over the sky. Some short and pale, others bright, some long and bright. I’d still be out there, but the deck was getting awfully hard, and the loungers are already put away for the winter.
All in all, a real treat.