Shooting Stars

Wow, what an amazing night. In New England, it's not unusual to see a sky ripe with stars, but here in smog-central, it's difficult to even make out the moon some nights. Not tonight, however. Tonight, I see stars everywhere. Before entering the dorm, I stop and sit on the steps, deciding to take advantage of the rare view. As I marvel, I notice that one of the stars is moving. A shooting star! And look, that one is moving, too. And that one is blinking a red light! And that one... is most definitely an airplane. Come to think of it, they're all planes: the sky is littered with them. Initially, my instinct is to stand back up in disgust, but I choose to enjoy it instead. In LA, I suppose that's as close to a natural experience as I'll get.