The Hot Tub Meteorite

Nobody believed me.

Photo by Robson Hatsukami Morgan on Unsplash

Sunday night. 10 pm.

I was immersed.

Soaking away the rigors of a brisk country walk in the warm womb-like waters of the hot tub. Kids in bed.

The crisp winter’s evening delivered a deep, clear black sky.

Here in the Peak District it’s a balmy two degrees at best.