3 O'CLOCK TALK
It was just me and my mother, at one in the morning, watching the Orionids meteor shower. We laid on this red and grey picnic blanket. Our necks got very uncomfortable on the thinly cut grass and muddy surface and both our legs draped over our knees.
We could spot out more satellites than meteors.
As the hour passed, we answered personal questions, as though we didn’t truly acknowledge who we were talking to. We could hear the neighbours Labradors whimpering to get back into the house and the late night cars driving by our cottage accommodation.