The stillness of the quiet morning takes a backseat to the scene unfolding above, our merged gaze transfixed upon the awe-inspiring heavens. Random bursts of light enkindle the form of Perseus, in eternal conflict with the monster Cetus. And the show continues, the sparkling balls of flame evolving into something more. For these fiery wonders illuminate not only the eyes, but the soul as well.

I feel the awe that the blazing debris inspires in both of us; it is one time in which I can actually identify with my father. The meteors, luminous above all else in the night sky, allow a glimpse at something better in life, something so pure that for once the rapture of life is clear. Seeing the sky aflame, maybe there is something worthwhile after all.

The show is over and the silent dialogue ended. We now allow the dewy grass to sleep, the gurgling pond and its amphibious occupants to rest, and the outstretched lawn chairs to slip into their precious darkness. Perseus may now lay down his arms, but only until his fiery acquaintances return next year, to repeat for someone else the show we have seen tonight.