Future Perfect

The clouds are rolling in now here in the northeast with the moon soon to follow, but up until they were obscured you could see the Geminids scoring across the sky—with the radiant at 30 degrees above the horizon and quite a few obstructions, I was nonetheless seeing one every two minutes or so, mostly white, dim, and slow, fading in and blinking out the other side of Orion. A few were brighter; one, distinctly yellow, almost seemed to crawl before it flashed itself away. Low to the horizon, Sirius twinkled throughout, iridescing red and blue through the cold air.