See a shooting star

It wasn’t anything romantic like I’d hoped, but it was a good experience?

The frustration first began on a fall retreat with my youth group, freshman year. I went outside to stargaze alone, because I didn’t know anybody yet. Nobody came out for at least twenty or thirty minutes. When the first person lied down, she instantly saw a shooting star. Then more people came out, and it was one after another. And every time I tried to jerk my head in the right direction, I missed every single one.

Each retreat, I’ve sat outside for at least an hour to stargaze, and every retreat, I leave without having seen a shooting star. All I know is that they’re “faster than planes and slower than lightning.”

My/our theory has become this: Perhaps the first time I see a shooting star, it’ll be some sort of crazy special, sentimental moment, like my last church retreat of high school (this spring!) or my first kiss or the night of my engagement or something.

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