5.30pm, sunset looming, exhausted from another day in the office.
I decide to jog to the beach to get my system moving.
As I arrive the sky is purpling and my body feels alive. I am feeling that nature-connected goodness feeling. I find a grassy mound and do a few yoga stretches.
It's becoming dusk now and I hear a voice and turn. There's an elderly bearded man emerging from the dark with his wife.
"Is that a star?" he asks.
I look at the only bright spark in the sky.
"I don't think so... hmmm not sure, no, probably not."
He replies, "We are from Norway so we are not familiar with these skies but it looks like a star".
I feel really quite disappointed that I don't know if it's a star. It's my local sky.
"It's probably a satellite, it's just too bright. It's the only one in the sky. Sigh.... I'm skeptical about stars in the city"... I say.
And off he wanders still hoping it's a star and I jog back home thinking about who I can call to confirm either way because if it were a star I would like to spend more time gazing at it.
I felt a bit sad hearing a couple weeks ago that falling stars are not falling stars at all, just debris from satellites and metiors burning up in the atmosphere. It makes sense because I had been concerned with the number of stars we lose per night...
[current mood] Music through the floorboards & Little Hush Soy Lattes