Jittery.

I’ve been unaccountably jittery all day. Metaphorically speaking, there’s a dark space in the sky where a star ought to be. And tonight, when I was returning from my walk, I saw an incredibly big and bright star in the southern sky. When I looked again, it had gone. Last night I saw the most brilliant shooting star ever. A huge ball of light fell vertically through about ten degrees of arc, then burned up.

I suppose we shouldn’t see portents in things – just get on with tomorrow and whatever it brings.