We were lucky enough to view a meteor shower several weeks ago. We knew what evening it was coming, so parked out in a field around 10pm and just sat back to wait.
Neither of us had any idea what to expect. Having seen a variety of disaster movies over the years, I suppose we envisaged a firework type display of streaks of light across the sky all at the same time. The starlit sky was pretty spectacular anyway, each star like a diamond on a backdrop of black velvet. We could make out the constellations of Cassiopeia, Orion’s Belt and the Big Dipper (though we call the latter the shopping trolley because that’s what it looks like to us!)
It was about 20 minutes before we saw our first shooting star. It came from behind us and was over and done with so fast, we thought we’d been hallucinating, so great was our desire to see one.
About 10 minutes after that, another flashed across in front of us, then another shortly after from our left. There seemed to be no pattern for us to anticipate, so we just kept looking up at the sky and enjoyed the view. We counted about fifteen in the hour and a half we were out. Fabulous.
They say if you wish upon a star, your wish will come true. Of course, you have to wish pretty fast to get it out before the star disappears, and that’s if you see it in the first place to start wishing! I suppose most of us would wish for a monetary million. Hubby and I do the lottery once a week but have only won a few quid, which is sufficient to cover our original stake and perhaps treat ourselves to a bar of chocolate. I’m not greedy though, it doesn’t have to be The Big One, and second prize will do. In fact, I’d be happy with a hundred grand, just enough to take the present financial pressure off.
They also say be careful what you wish for, and that reminded me of The Monkey’s Paw by W. W. Jacob, a short horror story published in 1902. The synopsis is that a couple obtain a Monkey’s Paw which has the power to grant them three wishes. They wish for some money, and shortly after, their son is killed in an accident at work, the compensation being the amount they’d wished for. The wife then wishes for her son back, and there soon follows a banging at the door. The husband realises the undead creature on the other side would not be their son, and so uses his third wish to send him back. The moral of the story was to show that fate ruled people’s lives, and those who interfered with it, did so to their sorrow.
We were out walking the dog the other night, and were surprised to see a shooting star. We thought about what we’d wish for if we saw another, and missed the second. We did manage to be halfway through our musings on the third, so don’t know if we’ll be lucky or not. I suppose if someone comes along and offers to buy our house, we’d get our wish.