Cheerful.

The sad and solemn night hath yet her multitude of cheerful fires;
The glorious host of light walk the dark hemisphere till she retires;
All through her silent watches, gliding slow,
Her constellations come, and climb the heavens, and go.
- William Cullen Bryant, Hymn to the North Star

Very cloudy last night. I didn't see any shooters. Did you? Where?

I will look again tonight!

Here's a guide.