The Perseids

          Decker drove Marie, Jack, and I away from the city last night. We found a dark stretch of road in a field and pulled off. It was a beautiful night, pretty mild. There were billions of crickets, the smell of grass, a cow mooing occasionally in the distance. It was unfortunately overcast, but there was a small patch of clear sky, so we pitched some blankets and lay out on the roof and hood of the car. We saw a few meteors, really bright and sudden and out of the corners of our eyes. But mostly we talked, sprawled out on the car, laughing out loud to the sky.
          After a while, a breeze picked up and it got chilly. We decided it was time to go to twenty-four hour Perkins. We got there around three in the morning and stuffed ourselves with eggs, potatoes, and sundry other breakfast foods.
          It was pretty much a perfect night.



          I'm making bread from scratch tonight. I love bread. Also, I bought scissors, which in my life is an exciting event.
          Note to self: hang up Christmas lights in room. Sew apron, pronto (I don't understand how everyone else at work makes it through the day coffee- and smoothie- and milk- stain free).