Shooting stars are my favorite thing to watch in the night sky. When I was little it seemed like they were falling, one after another, dropping to the earth like arching arrows. It was always kind of surprising that they never hit the earth. Like they burned out on the way down.

I wondered why something so fiery, so bright would just pfft! Go dark and still like a candle snuffed out. Following that thought through to the end, though, means I was wondering why shooting stars didn’t crash furiously through the sky until they scorched the earth. Not such a pretty picture then, is it?

Seems like I oughta just stick to wishing on that shooting star and be done with it.

Linda hosts Stream of Consciousness Saturday. This week’s prompt is “fall from the sky.” Write about anything that falls from the sky–real, imagined, or idiomatic. Have fun!