Tonight
is the night of shooting stars and midnight swims. It is a clear,
balmy night with a full moon, cloudless and wind free. There are
stars, lots of them, but none moving, or at least not whilst I am
looking. Nothing new there.
How many
times have we walked to our favourite look out point high above the
Bay of Jeranto beyond the pine woods of Monte San Costanzo. We would
sit on the hill side, eating olives and sipping wine, staring
upwards, cricking our necks, in the hope of seeing at least one star
shooting across the sky.
Sometimes
we were lucky, and a wish was expressed, often we were not. Some of
us (not me) were more lucky than others, or just more concentrated,
and a shout would go up and we would all stare a little harder.
And then
we would make our way back through the pines, trying not to trip
over the roots in the dark (torch use was discouraged), before
walking back down the hill into the village of Termini where a bowl
of pasta would be waiting for us at the local trattoria.
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