Today, I went to another back-country, abandoned road in the middle of the night to see the annual Perseid meteor shower.
It was the same group of amateur astronomers I went with to catch the Aurora (see previous posts), and our trip was just as eventful as last time. Which means, we didn't see anything.
Oh, we saw one shooting star. But for something as famous as the Perseids, where a meteor supposedly falls every minute, the night sky seemed oddly inanimate. Maybe we were just in a bad location, or arrived at the wrong time, or maybe all the meteors were eaten by a space octopus. We'll never know.
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