I realized Saturday night that I haven’t stargazed since I was twelve or thirteen and lived out in rural Texas.
I found a spot on campus during my fretful wanderings that is absolutely perfect–no one on campus can see you, the sounds of campus (endless refridgerated air units, party sounds, just people sounds in general) drop away almost completely.
You can also see the stars, because the lighting all over campus is largely blocked.
I don’t know what the odds are of seeing two shooting stars in very rapid succession, but I managed to do so that night.
I dislike city-living more than ever right now. It’s the little things I didn’t even know I missed.
Like cattle stampeding through one’s front yard…
Or, more relevantly, stargazing. Completely un-scientific, uncomplicated, silent stargazing.