The stars are beautiful in Norwalk. Although an urban area, there must not be as much light pollution (there are more trees here; maybe they block the light?) because the stars are noticeably more visible. OK: they would be of course better in the rural country, but just being able to see them is sufficient. In the city, I'm only able to see a gray mass in the sky, and so going home and actually being able to identify Orion and the Pleiades of Taurus is treat enough for me.
Friday night, in the hot tub, I saw a quick streak of light moving quicker than an airplane. It lasted about five seconds, then stopped. I want to believe it was a shooting star - the first I ever saw. It's plausible - it was moving much quicker and not blinking, unlike the other air traffic in the area. It also disappeared, perhaps as a meteor would, burning in the atmosphere, but perhaps it traveled behind an unseen cloud. To find out it was only a plane would be be depressing - I've never seen a shooting star and want this to be authentic! But because I can't check flightpath, I'll never know (the idea crossed my mind!). So there will always be lingering doubt. It's very religious, in a sense...I'll never know if "it" was true, I certainly want it to be, and hope it is.
Incidentally, I did make a wish, but I can't tell you what it is or it won't come true...
I'll be ending the blog for at least three weeks; school requires my fullest attention. It's been fulfilling to record additional thoughts, stories, and moments. Perhaps I'll continue over winter break.
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