I wanted to write about the joys of getting up early in the morning in mid-August to watch the Perseid meteor shower. It is at its glorious peak right now with at least one blazing meteor every other minute and up to two per minute. This year with a young moon, there is no moonlight to interfere. It should have been a spectacular show here in rural Vermont.
Instead, our skies are filled with smoke from fires on the other side of the continent and humidity from ocean air masses surging up from the equatorial Atlantic. And there was nary a falling star to wish upon this morning.
I think I’m just going to let that sit there.