I drove up the street lined with frosted cars.  Street lamps glowed yellow against the black sky and Christmas lights shone bright in flashes of color on this and that side of the street.

I pulled up slowly to the house, preparing to make the turn when I looked ahead of me and in the sky a bright light falling in an arch downward, shining hot white, then blue with some green, fizzled out quickly.

“Wow, that was a falling star.  How beautiful,” I thought.

I pulled into the driveway and got out of the car.  Walking into the middle of the street, I held my hands up wanting to receive that beautiful energy, that chance moment, reward it with my receiving, receive that reward it was giving me and anyone else who happened to see it.

It looked so close to earth, that star.  Not like the stars in the sky, as I looked up in the cold night, twinkling bright white, looking WAAAAY out there.  This was close, this was personal.

What do you think about chance encounters with falling stars?