I would have loved to have seen this:
But all I saw was this:
and that’s good enough for me because...
...every August, during La Nuit des Etoiles, I stand outside and stare at the sky, propping my eyelids open and willing myself not to fall asleep.
I stand there until the early hours of the morning.
Once, I stayed up all night.
And I have never ever seen a single shooting star. Not one. Aeroplanes and satellites by the dozen but shooting stars? They just sit there stubbornly twinkling and refuse to fall.
At least the moon had the decency to blush…
