Friday, August 12, 2011

2:10 AM 8-12 Welcome Son.

Every August I look to the night sky and think back. My son burst into my life and has been a sparkling delight ever since.

One year I lay on top of a car roof, Gates Pass in Tucson, and watched a zillion stars streaking.

In the year of 2011, the Perseid meter shower will be muted, accompanied by howling four and two legged creatures. I do hope my son isn't one of them. Shrug. Always the chance he'll catch a falling star one of these b-days, right?

1 comment:

Barbara Elsborg said...

Ah, an August boy! Happy Birthday to Josh.
My brother's birthday yesterday, his wife's the day before. That's so convenient!!

The cloud cover in the UK meant no chance of seeing the meteor shower, darn it.