She sits in a clearing, staring at the sky.
Without knowing why, her eyes scan the visible celestial beings; the moon, the stars-
most enamoured by the shooting stars.
But one takes its time crossing the sky, it leaves a long trail and has been on its journey for days.
It is her favourite star, so big and bright.
Or perhaps it's not a star. Maybe on its path across the sky a piece of the moon fell off and is dancing with the stars...
No, not a piece of moon- A comet.
A comet shining so brightly it is noticed by anybody that cares to raise their eyes to the sky.
Without knowing why, her eyes scan the visible celestial beings; the moon, the stars-
most enamoured by the shooting stars.
But one takes its time crossing the sky, it leaves a long trail and has been on its journey for days.
It is her favourite star, so big and bright.
Or perhaps it's not a star. Maybe on its path across the sky a piece of the moon fell off and is dancing with the stars...
No, not a piece of moon- A comet.
A comet shining so brightly it is noticed by anybody that cares to raise their eyes to the sky.
