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This one's pretty much only significant to me because of a memory. I took a road trip down the East Coast of the US one week with a friend, and on the return trip, at his behest, we went through Shenandoah Valley. By the time we got toward the end, it was pitch black, the car was low on fuel, and I kept having to stop because of the deer. But at one corner I turned I had to just take my foot off the gas because, in the sky above us, was the brightest meteorite I'd ever seen, red with a pure blue tail. And, unlike any shooting star blazing across the sky in the blink of an eye, this one drifted along for a few seconds before disappearing behind the treeline. We couldn't have been in a better spot to see it, or else the light pollution from nearby DC might have made it hard. And right then, right there, I knew that we had done something special, something worth doing, something I wouldn't soon forget.
Shenandoah didn't actually look like this before the sun set that day; it was actually pretty clear out; but I felt very patriotic about it, and this image reminds me of the song "America the Beautiful"; specifically the part with the purple mountains' majesty. So yeah. This one's nostalgic.
