I hope you’ve seen the Perseids. I hope you’ve stayed up late, spread a blanket on the ground, grabbed a bottle of wine, and snuggled close to a loved one – all to watch the best fireworks show of the year. I hope you were as amazed as I am every year in August as I gaze at the sky, counting each blaze of light that sails across the horizon. And I hope, if you haven’t laughed into the darkness, pointing and shouting, “There! There! Did you see it?!” that come this August, you will.
Yes, I have gone to the movies just to have the popcorn. With butter.