The above quote is actually the first sentence from a short story written by one of my fiction classmates. It also succinctly describes my endeavor last night, as I set out to catch me some meteors.
I went to sleep at 11 PM, woke up at 2 and met up with a friend at the apex of Chesterfield Rd. while donning a ravishing two-hoodie-camera-bulging-out-pocket-combo. Photographing a meteor is of course nearly impossible, and I brought the camera because I was about to traverse the exotic tundra of Northwest Oakland, U.S.A. in search of the best possible meteor viewing location, and such should be documented.
I would soon find that no such location existed. The clouds were like Swiss cheese--small holes here and there but very dense and hard to see through. Lights from streetlamps, hospitals and parking lots seemed to illuminate whichever pocket of the sky on which I currently focused my search. It was cold and windy, which made it hard for me to hold my camera steady and impossible to light a cigarette had my friend not been there to shield me.
At around 4 AM (when NASA says the shower should have peaked on the East Coast), we had yet to see any meteors. We alternately wandered around to find a better viewing spot and took sitting breaks wherever those spots were.
But wherever they were, no spot was "better" than the last. The city envelops the sky. It renders it partially inaccessible to city-dweller. There could have been a small cluster of meteors right in front of my eyes--UPMC Montefiore was just in the way.
So we just kind of sat a lot. The prolonged silences were mutually enjoyed. The sky, however inaccessible, is a nice backdrop for silence. It was the kind of night a man could get some thinking done.
This is where we finally settled, finally leaving at 4:14 EST.
Believe it or not, it was one of the more conducive lighting schemes.