A Shooting Star

It’s 3am. I woke up from the sound of my fan going on and off which means that our batteries are wearing out and soon there will be no electricity at all. When this happens, it’s best to turn everything off and save what little battery we have left for when we really need it. I’ll post this message as soon as the internet is back up

Once awake, there’s no way I’m getting back to sleep. I turned off my fan, put on some sandals and left my room for the cool night breeze. I climbed the little ladder outside my door and ended up on my roof, looking up at the brightest stars I have ever seen. The skies are so clear down here. You can see every star. In fact, there are so many stars that stretch so far, that it’s difficult to look up at them while standing. The vastness of the night sky is dizzying. I sat down on the cement roof and looked out to the East where earlier tonight, you could‘ve seen the lightning from the thunderstorm just beyond the mountains. And that’s when I saw it. It was a shooting star, brilliant and unmistakable. I’d never seen a shooting star before and I’m sure that if I had, it couldn’t have been brighter than the one I saw tonight. I sat there mesmerized, anticipating a storm of falling stars. As I write this, I realize that I failed to do the single most important thing when you witness a star shoot across the sky—make a wish. I’m sure it’s not too late to make it up.