The rarity of falling stars...

Hello friends. I hope that all of you are enjoying your time at home with your family, eating good food and sleeping in. Things here are good, my schedule is uneventful, but this is a welcome change. Today consisted of getting up, eating lunch and watching television, working out, attentively watching the verdict of the Scott Peterson trial, and eating dinner with several friends that I have not seen in a while. My new roommate is moving in this week, so she has been in and out with her stuff. The past few days have been surreal; I half expect opening Kim and Danielle's door to see their things taking up space, but when I open the door there is just a big empty space on the other side of it. I miss seeing their stuff; Kim's art and Danielle's photos of her and Wayne scattered everywhere. Oh well, time moves on and I am so excited to hear about their new beginnings in different places. The awesome thing is, now I have friends to visit in places more exciting than Abilene. Danielle is now living in Florida, and that means vacations at the beach! In a few months, Kim is moving to New York, and that means vacations in the Big Apple! I really can't lose. I just have to figure out how to fund these vacations. Any ideas?

If it is dark where you are, look out the window. Yes, right now. You may see incredible meteors falling to the ground. As I was driving to my apartment tonight, I saw one bright meteor streak across the sky; it was so beautiful. This is the Geminid meteor shower and tonight is supposedly the peak night to watch. Seeing this meteor reminded me of a poem I wrote my junior year that was published in the 2003 Corral. I thought I would go ahead and post it below, because the experience I wrote about in the poem is such a wonderful memory for me that I spent with my junior-year roommates, Emily and Kimberly.

I hope that wherever you are you are warm and enjoying this time away from the mucky-muck. Have a wonderful night. Sneak out of the house in your pajamas, bundle up, and watch the stars fall. Think about how many beautiful things happen while we are tucked away in our beds sleeping.

The Rarity of Falling Stars

The weatherman speaks of the rarity
of stars falling from the sky,
silver streaks on a black ceiling
appearing and disappearing.

Hours before sunrise, miles from the lights
of the city, we stand in an open field
circling in place to see them
fall, trailing their brightness.

We drive home over gravel roads
treading fallen stars underfoot,
the pink hue of the sky marking the end of
a night I will not live to see again.

What if all things this beautiful,
this marvelous, happen while we sleep?