My alarm clock failed to go off, but my internal clock did and I woke up at nearly exactly 2:30. It was too late and too cold to go to Canada College, so I wrapped myself in a blanket and stumbled outside and looked up, in the bleary expectation and half-hope of seeing nothing. So I could go back in the warm.

And just as I was about to go inside, a fireball shot over the roofline. So I sat down on a dew-wet chair and watched for a while. I was rewarded with lots of streaks of light, several fireballs leaving lines of sparks behind, and one amazing short-track meteor that flared up like a magnesium torch, blazing so bright you could see the trail of smoke.