When I run in the early morning darkness, sometimes I hear something big that I’ve surprised running through the woods.
It scares me. I’m more than startled. I think I’m really a little scared.
I listen…and usually I can tell that it must be scared, too…the sound usually sounds like it’s going away from me.
This morning, I hoped I never hear something crashing loudly through the woods that sounds like it’s coming towards me.
That would really be scary.
To me, at least.
Towards the end of the run, I saw a falling star…bright in the clear night sky.
Now, people tell me that it’s just a meteor…it’s just some rock burning up as it travels through our atmosphere.
I guess that sounds plausible.
I’ve never actually seen it…except in that Ben Affleck movie or that one with
Robert Deniro Robert Duvall…so I’ll have to take their word for it.
It’s just a rock.
But somebody else told me that a star is a sun.
If a star is a sun, and the sun warms us, and we need the sun to live…and a star is a sun…and sometimes I see a falling star, well…
What are the chances that someone somewhere is really missing their sun?
I’d think that it would be kind of a drag….but I guess that at that point it wouldn’t really be much of an issue for them.
What do some people say? “That ship has sailed”?
Of course, we are the only intelligent life in the universe so it’s not really much of an issue.
Sun or meteor…it’s just a big rock as far as I’m concerned.
Unless it hits us in the night and wipes out all life as we know it.
I guess I wouldn’t be so cavalier about “someone/something else’s problem” if it landed on us while we slept.
( How we had the gall..is that how you spell it?…to arrive at the conclusion that we’re the only intelligent….and that’s open to interpretation, too…life in the universe is really beyond me. I guess it’s like wondering what’s crashing around in the dark woods…less scary not to think about it too much.)
Anyway, I’m sure that there’s an explanation for the ball of fire falling through the sky while I’m leaning against my mailbox…panting just a little after an early morning bit of exercise.
A scientist might explain the chemical process as the rock burns up…we may have a way to explain any “magical” thing that happens in life, but I kind of like something simpler.
I need a grasshopper to sing a little song to me to remind me to make my wish when I see something like a rock trying to fall to earth.
I need some big magic in my life.