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perseids
It was just about time.
"Hey, Dad, I'm heading out now, I'll be back in a couple hours or something." I leaned over the banister outside his room and waited for his reply.
"Where you going?" I saw him sit up from his bed.
"To the park."
"Which one?"
"The one behind the house." I started down the stairs.
"What for!" he called from the top of the staircase.
"To watch the Perseids! Remember, I watched them a few years ago, too. I'll be back later." I told my grandparents in the living room I'd be back later and made a getaway through the front door. At the base of the stairs outside I heard the door unlock again but didn't look back and kept walking forward.
I gazed up to the moon, thinking back on that article I read some weeks ago on the supermoon, and how it would obstruct one's view of the Perseids. And just as the article said, even though it was the night after the supermoon's appearance, it was quite bright. Clouds were gathered in the sky around the moon and I could see the small moonbow around it.
The night was not chilly. I wore a pair of black cotton leggings, an oversized strawberry patterned tanktop, a rainbow striped longsleeve, and the winter jacket Gran had bought me two years before. Tucked under my arm was a throw blanket with a teddybear pattern on it.
I had walked a few blocks and entered the alley leading up to the park when my phone went off.
"Hello?"
"Where are you?" It was my dad.
"At Burrard view park."
"Where?"
I sighed. Please pay attention, Dad.
"Burrard view. The one behind our house. The one where, when I was little, we would visit and toss our shoes off from the swings?"
"Oh, that one?"
"Yeah, why? Are you coming?"
In the distance I heard a vehicle and saw him drive through the small alleyway on one side of the park. We both hung up and I watched him and his girlfriend make their way over to the blanket I had laid out. They each took a spot on the blanket and the three of us laid down on it with our eyes to the sky.
The night was bright with the waning supermoon still hover high above us. My fear of not seeing the Perseids was coming true. Dad brought out his iphone and started playing some music while playing a social game.
For a long time the three of us laid there looking at the sky. Dad looked up constellations with a special phone app. And then he suddenly jumped up and said, "Spider, spider! I just saw a giant one. Get up. We're leaving." I asked him about the spider but he gave only vague answers and couldn't even determine the size.
The three of us climbed into the two front seats of Dad's van and went for a cruise to a Tim Hortons in Burnaby. I got a French vanilla coffee and strawberry muffin while dad's girlfriend got a blueberry muffin.
A police car had pulled up and we loitered around the van until the cops went inside Timmies. We crammed inside the van again and headed for a 7-11 near our house for late night snacks.
Being almost 3am, Dad bargained the leftover food for a cheap price and we also got a deal on some chips and a coffee. By the time we made it home it was 3 30AM.
Author's Note
no proofing.
written in a few hours after described event, but finished just now.
the supermoon it describes was the "morning" of August 13th.
what happened here is true, though briefly described.
I just wanted to finish it and get it out here zzz
wordcount: 589
"Hey, Dad, I'm heading out now, I'll be back in a couple hours or something." I leaned over the banister outside his room and waited for his reply.
"Where you going?" I saw him sit up from his bed.
"To the park."
"Which one?"
"The one behind the house." I started down the stairs.
"What for!" he called from the top of the staircase.
"To watch the Perseids! Remember, I watched them a few years ago, too. I'll be back later." I told my grandparents in the living room I'd be back later and made a getaway through the front door. At the base of the stairs outside I heard the door unlock again but didn't look back and kept walking forward.
I gazed up to the moon, thinking back on that article I read some weeks ago on the supermoon, and how it would obstruct one's view of the Perseids. And just as the article said, even though it was the night after the supermoon's appearance, it was quite bright. Clouds were gathered in the sky around the moon and I could see the small moonbow around it.
The night was not chilly. I wore a pair of black cotton leggings, an oversized strawberry patterned tanktop, a rainbow striped longsleeve, and the winter jacket Gran had bought me two years before. Tucked under my arm was a throw blanket with a teddybear pattern on it.
I had walked a few blocks and entered the alley leading up to the park when my phone went off.
"Hello?"
"Where are you?" It was my dad.
"At Burrard view park."
"Where?"
I sighed. Please pay attention, Dad.
"Burrard view. The one behind our house. The one where, when I was little, we would visit and toss our shoes off from the swings?"
"Oh, that one?"
"Yeah, why? Are you coming?"
In the distance I heard a vehicle and saw him drive through the small alleyway on one side of the park. We both hung up and I watched him and his girlfriend make their way over to the blanket I had laid out. They each took a spot on the blanket and the three of us laid down on it with our eyes to the sky.
The night was bright with the waning supermoon still hover high above us. My fear of not seeing the Perseids was coming true. Dad brought out his iphone and started playing some music while playing a social game.
For a long time the three of us laid there looking at the sky. Dad looked up constellations with a special phone app. And then he suddenly jumped up and said, "Spider, spider! I just saw a giant one. Get up. We're leaving." I asked him about the spider but he gave only vague answers and couldn't even determine the size.
The three of us climbed into the two front seats of Dad's van and went for a cruise to a Tim Hortons in Burnaby. I got a French vanilla coffee and strawberry muffin while dad's girlfriend got a blueberry muffin.
A police car had pulled up and we loitered around the van until the cops went inside Timmies. We crammed inside the van again and headed for a 7-11 near our house for late night snacks.
Being almost 3am, Dad bargained the leftover food for a cheap price and we also got a deal on some chips and a coffee. By the time we made it home it was 3 30AM.
Author's Note
no proofing.
written in a few hours after described event, but finished just now.
the supermoon it describes was the "morning" of August 13th.
what happened here is true, though briefly described.
I just wanted to finish it and get it out here zzz
wordcount: 589