Yesterday I reclined (would someone please find a way to teach me, once and for all, how to use: lie/lay/lain/laid [OK. Enough, potty brains...]) in my stargazer chaise. It was a rare day, windy enough and with what must have been several other natural phenomena coinciding so as to produce a day in Maine, on the coast, in August, with absolutely no biting insects!
Later, I met up with my Fiend. We took a lovely walk on Marlboro Beach and saw 2 rainbows. One was a double. This beach is where we often walked with my dog, Willow. Fiend said they were Willow Wainbows...
We had dinner at a gourmet vegan restaurant. We shared a tomato tart in an light, flakey filo dough, homemade breadsticks with olive oil and green olive butter (no dairy) and a “Pat and Mike” salad of fresh, local baby greens (we chose it in honor of Kate Hepburn, whom we both love, but we have no idea why the restaurant calls it that). I had their Bento Box: edamame, grilled tofu, nori rolls, baby bok choy and hiziki salad.
We each sipped soy milk lattes after dinner. Mine decafe. Fiend’s, leaded.
After the meal, we walked through town to the car and then we drove to the summit of Cadillac mountain. At 1,532 feet, it is the highest point along the North Atlantic seaboard. It was pushed up by Earth’s tectonic and volcanic forces millions of years ago. It was swarming like an ant hill with touristas. Summer is not the time to do this. Unless you are a tourista.
I drove us back to where my Fiend had left her car and as we were saying goodnight, I spotted a meteorite burning up in Earth’s atmosphere. I hurried home where I spotted several more earthgrazers before the moon rose. Earthgrazers are meteors that skim the top of Earth’s atmosphere sort of like a stone skipping across water. They appear when the radiant of a meteor shower is near the horizon, spewing meteoroids not down, but horizontally overhead.
The term meteor comes from the Greek meteoron, meaning phenomenon in the sky. Indeed.