Strangestars, an expedition, ages twenty to fifty, has begun assembling at my house for the special meteor shower tonight. It’s one:thirty in the morning and so far Andrew and Ray are here, Nicole’s on her way, Merlyn’s cancelled, and we still need to pick up Mackenzie and Wayne. We’re driving out to Abbotsford to Dark Sky Park, where all the local cool-kid astronomers hang out. It’s all very haphazardly last minute, but possibly perfect for all that.
For those awake, but not in the mood for venturing into the wilds at dawn, look east at 4:30 Pacific Daylight Time.