Joseph Thompson looked up; the meteor shower had indeed ended. The sky was transparent, crystalline, resembling the vastness of a dark ocean – the scattered stars were like diamonds dropped into the sea, emitting a cold brilliance.
They sat there quietly. Since the meals were kept warm in insulated lunchboxes, they weren't cold. It was only the bottle of cherry wine they had consumed a third of that Jaylene Ziel felt was a bit of a pity.
The sea breeze grew stronger, bringing with it waves of chilliness. Joseph Thompson took off his coat and draped it over her outstretched hands. They both looked up, watching the occasional meteor streak across the sky…
"Joseph, would we be able to come here together and watch the meteor shower in fifty years?"
"Of course, we can. It will be our golden anniversary in fifty years. What could be more beautiful than celebrating it with a meteor shower?"
"And what about in a hundred years? Where will we go to watch the meteor showers then?"
