When I read my friends' list, I feel as thought I am watching a sky show. I see journals twinkle nobly. I see
the dense nebulae, which I can barely see, much less understand. I see some planets very close up, as if they were planted in my particular solar system, as if they were kindred to me. Other journals are charming distant galaxies. Once in a while, someone strikes me as a red dwarf. Another person might seem like a twin star, and the journal seems to change as the stars change position.
Sometimes a journal will go super-nova, and blaze incredible colors, which I can detect with my feeble sensors across the universe. A few journals pulse like pulsars. Many journals just stand there shining in mid-air, a source of constant interest. Once in a while, a journal will just wink out, and the friends' list name will have that curious line through it. Now and again, a star will disappear from view, but will still be placed in its firmament in the universe; I just lose the ability to see it.
I did not see any leonids last night. But I see meteors everyday. I see the dust and the bursts of light. My binoculars are low-powered French things I got on ebay.
But it sure is fun to use them to see the sky.