Before I had my covers sorted around me to keep out the morning chill, I saw my first meteor, a bright streak shooting across the sky. And another, and then yet another. The photo below is not mine because those meteors are fast and I am not. But this will give you an idea of my early morning on the chaise.
My eyes would start to shut (I was still a bit sleepy) and another meteor would streak across the sky, reminding me to keep my eyes open. Quiet outside, not even any crickets cricketing, it was just me lying in the yard, watching.
When it comes to beauty and fantastic art, I am a crier. So I lay there watching the stars and crying. Maybe, too, I cried because it was two years ago that my parents died and those stars made me miss them. Terribly.
Then I heard my dad singing, "I've got tears in my ears from lying on my back in my bed while I cry over you," and I smiled and stopped my blubbering.
I realized how lucky I am to be alive. And how humbling it is to lie on my back, looking at all the suns in the sky, wondering if some other 60 year old lady is out there somewhere doing the same thing.
The owl hooted some more, the sky became lighter, and I went into the dark house and made coffee.