Meteor Shower

The wind from the sunroof and open windows ruffles my hair about in every direction. Music plays loudly, but not so loudly that we can't hear each other when we cheer about milestones: A sign to Jordan Lake! Crossing Route 55! The sign for Ebenezer Church Recreation Area! It is well past 1:00 am and no one is stressed or worried. And the whole time we drive, I stare out through the sunroof hole and see more and more stars appearing.
Later, the walk down a black road - all that's visible are is the black outline of trees against the starry sky, and a suspicious orange glow ahead. We grumble at the glow, accusing it of being a sulphur parking lot light, only to discover that it is the 3 quarters full moon, low in the sky and orange with reflected sunlight. We spread our blankets, open our vegan food and drinks, and commence to watching the moonset. Meteors the size of grains of dust streak across the sky, leaving glowing trails. They are in all quadrants, all corners. One streaks across the entire black dome, from one edge to the other, neatly bisecting the softly glowing Milky Way.
We talk, we laugh, we make bad jokes and good ones. We talk about diet (vegan, carnivore, cannibal), grave robbing, and other awesome times that we have watched the night sky sparkle with light from thousands of other suns. We fall silent at last, moved into perfect wonder as we enter the sacred space of a night sky relatively undiluted by light pollution. Our bodies cool off from our long walk from the car and we wrap ourselves in blankets.
When it is time to leave we are quieter, subdued and sleepy and happy. We ride back in contentment. I watch the stars dwindle away, their light dimmed by the lights of commercial civilization.
It was a good evening.