In the near total darkness, his hand found hers after some difficulty. It was a reassuring gesture, warm and tender. The meteor shower was about to begin. She adjusted her head on the folded up blanket she was using as a pillow; he shifted his weight to look skyward more comfortably. The first streaks shot across the sky, and they both made the same wish.
For a few minutes, they focused on the sky and were silent. She imagined crickets chirping, oblivious to the spectacle but too far below to be heard. She imagined the quiet rustling of leaves had a breeze broke the stillness of the humid air. She imagined the sound of traffic that would be passing on the highway had it not been this late. But all was quiet, and it was nice for awhile. Tears started to roll down her cheek.
He turned to look at her, but did not speak. He placed his arm around her shoulder and pulled her closer. Her tears rolled off her cheek and onto his shirt while he ran his fingers through her hair. She pulled herself closer to him still, until she was resting almost entirely on him. On the roof of their building, they couldn't be closer.
The quiet was ominous, the darkness foreboding. Each additional streak across the sky brought the Earth further into the comet's well-trodden path. The journey of the two heavenly bodies contrived to coincide.
pretty much hopeless drivel today. was reading about the perseids and how they think swift-tuttle will eventually hit earth.
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