Grace, our nine-year-old Mitch Marner wannabe, was pleased to have registered her first shot on goal (and 47th cross-check). Her big sister Ava was pleased that we were on our way to her favourite coffee shop for hot chocolate. Angela and I were pleased to have avoided both frostbite and SGHL disciplinary action while watching the outdoor game.
As we drove north from Rennie Park Ice Rink, a sudden flash of greenish light illuminated the clear night sky ahead of us. At first I thought it was a distressed aircraft, but its blazing speed instantly put paid to that theory. Milliseconds after we spotted it, the fiery object seemed to splinter before disappearing behind the storefronts lining Bloor Street West.
The next morning I checked Twitter, and lo and behold, dozens of others had also seen (and reported) the 9:15pm light show.
Then I clicked over to GlobeandMail.com, and lo and behold, my Travel story on winter stargazing had just been posted. In fact, it was posted at almost exactly the same time as the meteor’s spectacular demise.
That, my friends, is what keeps me showing up for work every other afternoon.