wishing on a shooting star

Last night we had a delightful discussion about mountain hide-aways and screened porches. We decided that, in every possible instance, such porches must used to their utmost advantage.

I'm spending the weekend at a house made of wood with a gigantic screened porch. Nothing but mountains as far as the eye can see. It's peaceful and cool and at night it gets dark dark dark. The moonlight spills through the small squares of the screen and creates a grid on the floorboards. There is nothing better than falling asleep to the sound of aspens quaking and creaky floors, each tip toeing night owl settling into their sleeping bags one by one.

Saturday night Venus, Saturn and Mars will be unusually close to one another. We plan to watch the western sky glow with stars and planets and, according to astrologers, there's even a chance to see the Northern Lights. This is my favorite time of summer, especially in the mountains. I've been living out of a suitcase for the past month. It's well worth it for such things as screened porches and shooting stars.