A Shooting Star.

I sat on a powerful beach for several hours one night. I watched lights on the planes as they came into land. I felt the power of the beach increase as energy was returned to the earth by a powerful storm which I watched far out on the ocean. I sat on the beach into the early hours of the morning, reflecting upon my life, my choices and my future. I was looking for answers which I already had, to questions which I could not quite understand.

I watched the stars in the sky which remained clear despite the distant storm. The stars reminded me of people. Some shone brightly, whilst others were distant and dull. Some stars flickered as their light was interrupted by forces unknown.

As I sat on that beach, alone with my thoughts, the stars and the power of the ocean in the early hours of the morning, a shooting star unexpectedly lit the sky with its radiant beauty, and all of the other stars momentarily, paled into insignificance. The shooting star had touched my life fleetingly, but nevertheless significantly, because without that shooting star, it would have been just another night, alone with my thoughts on a beach which was easily forgotten, in the light and the reality of day.

Some people are shooting stars. Some people touch our lives briefly, but significantly. Some people are never forgotten.