Last weekend the Perseid Showers arrived, and when I saw the announcement of their time, I knew school was about to begin and fall was on its way. In this last week, we've had a little rain and a little cool! In fact, as I write this, I have closed the windows because I'm chilly. It is heavenly to have the temperature drop.
For a number of years my husband and I traveled outside the city to a friend's house with sleeping bags and a few treats to contribute to a Perseid party. I repeat this line, but for a different reason: it was heavenly. To snuggle into a sleeping bag on a cool night and watch hundreds of meteors stream across the sky eclipses all the fireworks displays I've ever seen. It is a terrific memory. I wasn't able to watch this year, only some pictures on the news, but I won't forget what I've seen. I found a poem by Rainier Maria Rilke that reminds me of the meteor showers, although it really speaks of stars.
The title is Falling Stars. It begins:
Do you remember still the falling stars
that like swift horses through the heavens raced