Shooting stars

Last November
Jenny and I watched the Leonid meteor showers together. A couple of nights ago I searched for the Perseids
alone. I don’t know if it was sleeplessness, darkness, or staring too long into the infinite distance of space, but again I lost myself. My eyes opened wider and wider like a fish-eye lens until suddenly they wrapped around a full 360 degrees and the place where my eyes had been – where I had been – disappeared. I never did see any shooting stars, but I went back to bed with a strange feeling of emptiness.