The other night I was feeling very nostalgic. It was the night of the Perseid meteor shower and I went and watched it.
One of my most cherished memories from high school is laying in my field with five of my friends, watching a meteor shower. It was beautiful, and amazing. So this time I went out again, to marvel at the sights of the universe flying by. But this time I did it alone. I laid in the dark on the cold wet grass, and watched the heavens light up overhead. It was lonely, and it was beautiful, and I missed everyone that I watched with last time so much I could hardly stand it.