Before we became parents, Frog and I had gone to the beach a few times over the years in the middle of the night for a meteor shower. It was always very frigid, and very romantic. We bundled in multiple layers of blankets and brought a thermos of hot coffee to keep us awake and warm.
It’s been quite a few years now that we’ve been housebound (it’s not easy to get a babysitter at 2 a.m.), but I read that the Geminids this year were going to be spectacular, so I decided to try to watch them from my backyard.
I was pleasantly surprised- despite the horrific light pollution in my neighborhood, especially at this time of year, my house shielded the worst of the light from my eyes when I laid down on the grass. I was able to see a great deal in the sky. The movement of light took my breath away each time.
While not as cold as it would have been on the beach, it was still quite chilly. But I bundled up in jackets and blankets, and sipped hot tea, and was able to stay out for over an hour before I went in to warm up. Then I came back for another hour.
Frog has a bad cold, so he slept through this. I thought at first that it wouldn’t be as fun without him, but I found that watching the sky for 2 hours solo is a very special experience. It was almost like meditating or praying.
The experience of focusing your attention for long periods of time like that is fascinating. The meteors were beautiful, of course, but the time between meteor sightings was lovely, too, as I focused on the stars. There was a planet visible that surprised me with its size and brightness. The amount of patience I had to employ was huge, since more ambient light meant more time between meteors bright enough to view. I think the exercise of that patience was well-needed. Even connecting with the grass and dirt for long periods of time was something I found worthwhile. It’s been a while since I sat on my lawn in winter.
The whole experience was glorious. 5 months ago