Make a Wish on the Meteor Shower

Although I am a huge aerospace and space geek, until yesterday I had never personally witnessed a meteor shower. A bunch of my hallmates and I, after completing, or in some cases putting off our homework, bundled up and trekked out to the field between Pritchard and Ambler Johnston. We all took a space in the wet dewy grass and laid down to get a better view of the night sky. We eagerly watched, and watched, and watched, waiting for a shimmer of light to streak from one end of the blackness to the other. But nothing came. It was frigid and we were all beginning to feel the ache of the cold in our bones. We were about to call it quits when suddenly Sam and Eddie jumped up in a frenzy, hooting and hollering and exchanging exclamations. Although everyone else had lost focus, they had apparently caught a glimpse of one of the falling meteors. I was supremely jealous and I vowed to myself that I would not leave the plot I lay on until I had personally witnessed one of the falling meteors. As we waited anxiously onward, time seemed to pass more and more slowly. We passed the time joking, making up our own constellations, and talking about nostalgic things such as Pokemon. During all of this I got very excited when I saw something fast streak into and out of my sight. Sadly, though very funny, it turned out not to be a meteor but a bat. However, I did manage to eventually catch a glimpse of a falling meteor. It was the same size as the stars that dotted the sky, yet it was there and gone in a split second. It was as if a person was drawing a line across the sky, one that while not forever written overhead was forever to be written in my head.