Up, up UP!

Shooting stars.
It is a night to taste sky, dark and eyes. Or rather a time for eyes to devour stars.

I sat among the aromatic tomato plants and looked up. In silence, am I tempted to add, but there is no such thing as silence. Let's say : wrapped with a speechless wind.
Because nightimes have their own melody : distant cars and planes, the shouts of people still up, insects buzzing and bats flying by. And even the occasional noise of a hedgehog running through the gravel, its long grey nose sniffing about.

The night sky is quite still (save for the planes), so when a shooting star passes by, the eyes jump on it and you can but gasp.
Some of them are little ones, others are flashing white and leave a trail of white smoke behind. It's an amazing sight : a white bolt gushing out of nowhere amid the summer stars!
And when you think of all the eyes that had looked at those same stars...that maybe people from another country are watching the same thing as you right now...