Because it is August it is time to look for Perseids on the 11th or 12th (and it could be a good one this year)
Because last night was clear I lay out in the garden in fifteen several garments: including coat, scarf, hat and gloves and a very large blanket
Because this was premature I saw a grand total of four Perseids (but oh, pretty)
Because we are approaching the peak of the shower tonight and tomorrow:
Because it is August in England:
Because the cosmos hates me I am going back to Old English tonight:
Sorh cymeð manig ond mislic in manna dream.
(Because Old English is a great language to be miserable in. Something like: Sorrow comes in many and different ways into men’s happiness. Sententious, but given the alliteration and those gorgeous vowel sounds you can really enjoy your vicarious melancholy.)