Gathan Beaga


I saw a meteor at 6:04 p.m. this evening, as I climbed the steps towards home.

It streaked across the north-east quadrant, flaming out before its path intersected the hills’ skyline. There was no noise, no spectacular fireworks.

I tried to think of a suitable wish.

But all I could think of was Billy Bragg’s A New England:

I saw two shooting stars last night
I wished on them but they were only satellites

And now I’m seeing Billy and his guitar, University of Otago Orientation sometime in the late ‘80s. Drunkenly singing the chorus. Back in the days when every Smiths’ lyric felt like a documentary in song; and every girl a lost cause.

Thankfully, times have changed.

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