A fireball premonition. Was it? Maybe.

Here’s what happened.

Every night before I close the blinds, I look to the northeast sky, to the stars and the planets.

On a Thursday or Friday in late May 2026, I looked to the sky and a thought came to me, loud and clear that I might see a fireball streak across my sky.

I saw one once, a northbound fireball over the mountaintop to my east. One night after dark, I was washing dishes at the kitchen sink, and glanced out the window at the exact moment that a fireball whizzed past, a spectacular sight I’d love to see again.

It didn’t happen that night in May. I didn’t follow that thread or meditate on it. I forgot about it.

Two days later, on Saturday May 30th, I was standing at the kitchen sink and heard a loud BOOM or two. It sounded like fireworks, a cherry bomb perhaps, but it was 2:06 in the afternoon, an odd time for fireworks. Major highway construction is underway less than a mile away, so maybe they were blasting. I didn’t give the loud boom another thought, until I saw the evening news.

I didn’t see the meteor soar by, but I heard it. A sonic boom. Most of New England heard it.

The five-foot-wide space rock traveled at more than 40,000 mph before entering the atmosphere, about 30 or 40 miles over Massachusetts where it broke into pieces and fell into Cape Cod bay, roughly 150 miles away as-the-meteor-flies.

We’re not in fireballs’ line of fire on a regular basis, my previous sighting happened more than 10 years ago, maybe 20. I’m confident that the thought of one, out of the blue, days in advance was a fireball premonition.

If you want to learn more about fireballs, visit the American Meteor Society website.

— Kat in Connecticut

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