Last night, my wife and I coaxed our two boys out of a deep slumber in their warm, cozy beds so they could catch a glimpse of the universal light show the Geminid meteor shower was exhibiting. The boys grumbled and complained about the cold but once they caught a glimpse of a tiny meteorite zip across the sky, all was forgiven. We stared up at the dark night sky for over an hour (on a school night, no less) and were rewarded with the brightest, longest “falling star” any of us have ever seen–one that burned brightest and even grew in size just before fizzling away.
When the celestial show came to a close, the kids were carried back to their beds and it wasn’t long before they drifted back into a deep slumber with grins on their faces.
Last night, our eyes were watering due to the cold December air, but today the tears are streaming for a different reason.
I would imagine some of those kids in Newtown sat out in the cold last night, staring at the same night sky, and I can only hope they saw that same beautiful streak across the sky and cheered it as loud as we did.