it was the promise of little lights, knowing what we would see together. It feels too much or too easy to describe a night sky like that, one that shifts and moves and blues and darkens. We waited. She said she wished we could see the moon but that’s not what I wanted. Moonlight will wash out faint meteors. I stopped her when she moved to take her phone from her pocket. It was heavy night, could only hear a few trucks running nearby and the voices of the other people who’d come hoping to see something fleeting and supernatural. We looked out for pinpoints, parallels. Then there was light that beamed and streaked and moved across the sky so fast, just a rush, just a second and me and P with our heads tilted back, nothing slow at all.