Pour me a heavy dose of atmosphere...

It really was the perfect setting. After getting permission to use the back hill of a friend's property for our date night, the BF and I unlocked the back gate and drove through stuff that probably wasn't good for my car, up to the top of the hill.

It's one of my favourite spots in the world; overlooking my entire hometown to the North and West, looking out to the fields and endless farms of the east, and the familiar orangeish glow that hovers over Toronto at night. The stars there are brighter than anywhere I've ever seen them, and though the bugs can get pretty bad when there is no breeze, it's still perfect.

From there, the world is at peace.

From there, I can marvel at the wonders of God's creations without being reminded of the cruelty and evil that has befallen parts of this world.

I can dream about what it would be like to be out amongst those stars, seeing what else is in the universe. Even dreaming about what it would be like simply to stare at those stars from other parts of the world.

That spot has never been more perfect. Until Sunday night.

The BF wanted to take me out to see the Meteor shower, and for the first portion, it looked as if we might have to cancel. Thunderstorms had been raging for the better part of the day, keeping everything wet, humid and damp, and blocking the view of the heavens.

Thankfully, by time I picked BF up at midnight, the clouds had broken up and the sky was clearer than it has been in the last couple weeks. We laid out our blankets away from the old campfire pit and stretched out on them.

The south-eastern sky was continuously lighting up with large stretches of heat lightning; illuminating the sky even further because of the few clouds still scattered about.

The stars were more brilliant than I've ever seen, and though it turns out we had missed the actual meteor shower, there were enough massive shooting stars to make up for it.

The whole night, BF just kept telling me how beautiful I was, and how fortunate he felt to have the chance to spend that time with me up at my favourite spot.

I kept wondering when the cameras would flash on, and the crazy chick-flick director would yell 'CUT!'. But it didn't happen. This was real.

This romance developing? It's real.

I'm still blown away. It's not perfect, but nothing in life ever is. I couldn't however, ask for anything better than this. For the first time in my life, I truly am starting to feel like the girl in all the movies, the one's who have perfection enter their lives through the cover of a cheesy chick-flick fairytale.