I run to the window every five minutes and stare dully at the fog cover, which is illuminated by the full moon. Bright and strange like daylight in a negative; a blind clairvoyance; clogged and aloof like frosted glass.
The news commentator had said that tonight’s meteor shower was predicted to be the most spectacular of the century.
But, by some fluke, the whole world is covered over with cloud tonight so none of us sees it. Just beyond our snug blanket, showers rain, dragging strands of light across the black.
This really happened. In February of 2005. Remember? Hmmmm... probably not.