The Geminids. Which I misread first time round to say, the Germinids – which might be a prompt in itself.
The meteor shower peaked last night, with plenty of clear skies, none of them unfortunately over me. They have been burning up in our atmosphere for decades, having first been recorded in 1862. I think of them like Santa’s fireflies: Tiny pieces of what is believed to be an extinct comet break away every December and light up our winter skies. Each year it is believed to be getting ever more intense.