There's something about meteors slowly streaking across the sky, skimming the edges of the moon and gently slipping across the apse of the heavens that makes a person realize how small they are in the universe.

I feel both humble and loved by God in the presence of such grandeur.

The teenagers were sort of excited initially and then quickly lost interest and consciousness. I shooed them inside to sleep, for which they seemed grateful.

Now, I'm off to discover the pleasure of my pillow and stellar dreams.