The sky was bright, glaring with silver moonlight and unnatural streaks of white fizzy comets moving through the sky like jellyfish. The glassy dark blue sky was overfilled, spilling over with light and movement. As the shooting stars tumbled to the ground, a cacophony of tinny sounds came from every direction.

The breeze touseled our hair as we followed the sounds, but every time we would come upon a place where we thought the stars had landed, there was nothing to be seen. The hilly woods we explored allowed for too many hiding places. I clung to your fingers as we ran, gripping a pinkie than a ring finger, reaching for you. The sky held our breath as we came upon a glint of metal in the grass. When I picked up the mangled piece of copper, it felt warm in my hand against the night air. Although not wholly symmetrical, the fallen star was a seven pointed shape with rounded points of different lenghts of slightly scarred copper ribbon. As I held the star between us, my awe enveloped my face and was soon mirrored by the look on yours.

From the corner of my eye, I realized the glinting pieces of metal had fallen in the grass around us, metal striking the earth with firey clashes and belated spurts of glowing light as they rolled through the grasses. Soon our palms were full of the spent pieces of sky, origami metallic treasures, scarred with the proof of their origin in green and red bubbles on their surfaces.