There was supposed to be a meteor shower the other night. What could be better than a sky full of shooting stars to wish on? Especially right now.
We headed to the backyard, beverages in hand, to wait. The lounge chairs had their comfy cushions on them, and it was the perfect temperature. We reclined and gazed at the sky.
It was nice, being out in nature, even if our present definition of nature was our suburban backyard. We talked and laughed and all the while kept our eyes on the sky.
At least nothing that either of us could see. We joked that while we were facing South the light show would be happening behind our backs. Maybe it did.
We were out there for almost two hours. Two hours of reconnecting and relaxing and escaping from the reality of our collective lives right now.
Still, no meteors. Eventually the conversation overtook the sky watching and then, it happened! Or, I think it happened. Maybe.
I’m pretty sure I saw a lone shooting star (meteor, whatever) in my peripheral vision. I realized it was like looking for love. It seems that when you try really hard it eludes you, but when you relax and allow yourself to be present without that singular focus, the world opens up.
I think there’s a lesson there. Be present, count your blessings, and those shooting stars will appear in their own good time.