I just watched the best show I've seen all year. All it took was a sleeping bag, a flashlight, the gulf behind and the stars overhead.
Tonight the Perseids lit up the sky between inky cotton candy puffs of clouds overhead and the sound of the gulf, with pulsing reminders that Ernesto had passed far to our south.
There is no finer theater, no finer painting, nothing that makes one feel the wonder of all that is out there...big, vast and faraway. You can't help but think of bigger things, feel small, impressed with the glory it beholds.
Every time I climb the dunes and make my way to the beach at night, I wonder why I don't do it more often. It is the reason I choose to be here and so many do the same. What happens to cause us to turn to TV, a computer screen, a trip book...anything really, instead of beholding the marvel of this beautiful place on a summer night? Tonight, stars twinkling overhead and a distant comet's tail gave us fireworks more remarkable than anything man could conjure up and I vow to come here more often.
I am going to sleep grateful for a little comet that is a near 16 miles across, that makes its way around the earth every 133 years that has put on its annual show for a recorded 2,000 years.
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