Very early...and I mean very early on Friday morning I went outside (in my pajamas) to see if I could take a picture of the meteor shower. I'd love to tell you this is one, but if you look closely, you can see a red light spaced along the "streak" of light. Although I'm 25 miles or so west of Phoenix, I live under a pretty active flight path out of Sky Harbor Airport. I learned several things: I now know when the cock crows, I now know when our paper is delivered, I know how close I can get to the motion light before it comes on, I know when my neighbor leaves for work and I know I can walk in and out of my house in the deepest, darkest part of the night and neither one of my dogs (sleeping in my daughter's room) will become alarmed.
But I also learned that the late night air is cool and sweet, that the night sky is a wonderous thing to behold, that there are miracles I will never begin to comprehend and that I'm no good at taking pictures of meteors.
