There are those little quick ones that would be tricks of light, probably, if there were any other light to mention. Sometimes they are similarly faint but less brief, and you are assured at what you’ve witnessed. Bright and bold are the most grand of course, most especially the lingerers among them. Silver that hangs in the sky just a bit longer, a dramatic exit. Once in a long while, a smaller one will leave a long tail among the solid stars. No less glorious and varied are the steadfast points of light out there ignoring the darkness. They’re all burning, some just need to run around the sky about it. The moon is smiling tonight, cheshire. i’ve been gone from Maine two moons now. The sky has always been there. In the desert of Moab it’s so dark that stars can shine through cloud cover. i like the ones that fall to catch you not looking directly at their corner of the dark. You don’t doubt it but are instead sorry you didn’t quite catch it. As if shooting stars needed to be more hopelessly romantic.