Viewed from the trampoline, which allows for an upturned gaze without a crick in the neck, the stitches of light were surprising and ethereal, each one a gift I didn't expect to receive. But the best one of all came when I'd only been at my post a few minutes.
It looked more like a artist's rendering of a comet, with an orange-yellow fireball and a streaking tail that flowed into the velvety darkness. It may have been an "earthgazer," a type of meteor I only learned about today, known for its longer streak of brightness and most commonly appearing before midnight.
Whatever it was ... it — and all the shooting stars I saw last night — took my breath away. They reminded me of the great beyond. They reminded me to look up.
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