Temperatures out in the mountains dipped sharply at night, more sharply than we were expecting; we could actually have used another blanket. The first night, the night of the Perseids, we slept out under the stars. We stayed up until two or three, easily, and I fought the urge to sleep even after that. We didn't actually see as many meteors as I expected, but we saw enough that it was fun. A good percentage of them were sporadics, though, and the Perseids we saw were so quick a blink would miss them. I spent a lot of time watching the Summer Triangle, and Delphinus, that section of sky I know inside out from spending my thirteenth summer doing little but stargazing. Occasionally over the years I've considered getting a tiny tattoo of Delphinus, my favorite constellation. I really don't like tattoos, so this is a strange impulse, but a little constellation outline might be neat. I suppose I'd put it on my ankle, somewhere easily hidden. But not anytime soon.
It got colder toward dawn, and I'd been sleeping awkwardly; my neck and shoulder ached as I turned over on my side. Before I could find a more comfortable position, Ken had snuggled up behind me in his sleep, and I decided I didn't want to move after all.
