Further rebellion

The Met Office lied to me. The night it said it would be clear, it was cloudy, and the night it said it would be cloudy it is clear. Despite being sleepy, and somewhat marginally ill, I went out again to see the Perseids at their peak. I saw approximately 35 falling stars, two satellites, and one very bright half-moon. One star merely glided across the sky; you could even say it sauntered.

It was a very nice night and I’m glad I went out. I passed by, or rather heard, several people on the old course and then passed two Chinese girls on the beach. I could always tell that I had actually seen a meteor because their gasps would follow mine. I had never been out to West Sands at night before yesterday and today. When the tide is out you can hardly see the sea, especially when you’re lying down—it’s simply an expanse of sand beneath a black dome, with a faint shimmer in the distance. I didn’t realize quite how bright the moon was until I got up to leave, and I cast a very discernible shadow. The long summer days have made me forget the calm of night, and though we will all too soon have too much night, a part of me will welcome it yet.

Edited to add: Underneath the bats and stars—well, for me, sea birds—I couldn’t have said it better, Neil.