We set up the outdoors bed last night. The moon will be full in a couple of days. In its evening transit, it did drown out some of the stars and illuminated the surrounding desert.
Our intention is to observe the annual meteor showers, lying on our backs, cuddling together, enjoying naked sensuality and freedom. Lying here under the stars, in the more pristine desert, we have a sense of place in the universe. There is stark quiet.
I see one meteor, then another and another. DF misses them, somehow. I’m getting a familiar twinge of frustration and jealousy from my partner. This has happened often, when gazing for meteors. I’m commenting on falling stars in awe and amazement, and she is wondering, if I’m just putting her on. I see another, “Wow, did you see that one?”
Finally, she does see one with me. She is feeling better about things, excited for the next one.
She soon sees another. This time, I don’t see it. I smile and wonder if she’s putting ME on.
The meteors dissipate in frequency. A flashing plane creeps over and then a lone flash appears just as bright. We ask each other, “Could it have been a meteor coming right at us?”
Eventually, there is another burst of shooting stars, which is followed by a lull.
The main event won’t be for a couple of hours. We wonder if we will be awake for it. This moment is a good place. So, we’ll see.
I comment that the weather is perfect out here. I’m incredibly comfortable.
After a while, someone whispers,” Do you feel that cool breeze?” I do and it is a delight. Then, nearly immediately, we’re commenting together, as we find a warm breeze rolling over our bodies. No words are spoken, just that awareness of the person next to me feeling the fun of it, too. It’s a naked thing.
Turtle Dove and Road Runner Warm themselves in the Morning Sun