A Perseid fireball falls into the fireweed.
Lisa and I took to the creeks feeding the Palliser. I was disappointed because of the rain. I feared the peak of the Perseids would be clouded over.
The last of a waxing moon.
I even whined. Lisa consoled me, tried to cheer me up, saying it would clear. We got a fire going. Ate some food. Lisa had on my big jacket, a toque, and long underwear. But took her bra off. It was like a magic trick, She pulled it out of the arm of my jacket. She’s always been a master of distraction.
Perseus, burnt trees and a Perseid.
We napped and when we awoke it was clear towards Perseus. We cheered the meteors. They streaked hither and yon. Willow wandered the perimeter, keeping us safe.
Very fine night.