Inspire.
That word rang in my head. My mom had said it. Would watching pieces of space junk burn up in the atmosphere really inspire me? Or is it just wishful thinking on my mom's part? I suppose there's only one way to find out. I grabbed my guitar and made my way to our rooftop. We live in a small two story house in an even smaller town. At the back of our house there are steps that lead to the rooftop, which is flat. That's where we put out our laundry to dry and my mom grows her vegetables. It really did provide a nice view of the sky because no other buildings were around that were tall enough to obstruct it. I walked to the edge, put my guitar down and turned my gaze toward the sky. Stars glittered like jewels and filled the darkness. It reminded me of my mom's wedding dress I'd seen in pictures, back when she was young. It was nice and all. But it didn't really relate to me. I didn't feel anything from it. Besides, where was that space junk? I looked around but nothing shot across the sky like it's supposed to. I did see a plane though. A disappointment. That's what it is, and all that ever will be. It began to get me down, more depressed than I usually am. I turned to leave but when I reached the door I remembered my guitar still lying near the edge. One step. That's all it took for me to turn and see the dozens of lights streaming down from the endless sky. One right after another. Some were faint, some were bright. Long, and short. It literally looked like stars were shooting across the world.
Shooting Star. That's it. That's the name for my song. I had found it. My inspiration. Who knew something like this could relight my spark? I raised my head and actually smiled a little. In that moment I saw the prettiest, brightest meteor fire up. Crossing the sky like it was on a journey. I watched it in admiration but it was weird. It didn't fade or disappear. It kept going. In fact, it got brighter as it neared Earth. Then I realized with slight horror: It wasn't stopping. It was going to hit the ground. I stood there in stunned silence as the bright light fell and disappeared behind the backdrop of the city. In the distance I could see the sky light up with an orangish-pink tint. Where was the boom? I waited for some sort of noise to signal it had actually fallen but there was only silence. Complete silence.
"That's weird." I said to myself. It had obviously hit something, but there was no sound or shaking of the ground. "Maybe it was small." That was the only explanation I thought of. Yeah, the majority of it must have burned up and only a small piece actually got through. A small piece, huh? Maybe...
I left my guitar on the rooftop and took off running.
That word rang in my head. My mom had said it. Would watching pieces of space junk burn up in the atmosphere really inspire me? Or is it just wishful thinking on my mom's part? I suppose there's only one way to find out. I grabbed my guitar and made my way to our rooftop. We live in a small two story house in an even smaller town. At the back of our house there are steps that lead to the rooftop, which is flat. That's where we put out our laundry to dry and my mom grows her vegetables. It really did provide a nice view of the sky because no other buildings were around that were tall enough to obstruct it. I walked to the edge, put my guitar down and turned my gaze toward the sky. Stars glittered like jewels and filled the darkness. It reminded me of my mom's wedding dress I'd seen in pictures, back when she was young. It was nice and all. But it didn't really relate to me. I didn't feel anything from it. Besides, where was that space junk? I looked around but nothing shot across the sky like it's supposed to. I did see a plane though. A disappointment. That's what it is, and all that ever will be. It began to get me down, more depressed than I usually am. I turned to leave but when I reached the door I remembered my guitar still lying near the edge. One step. That's all it took for me to turn and see the dozens of lights streaming down from the endless sky. One right after another. Some were faint, some were bright. Long, and short. It literally looked like stars were shooting across the world.
Shooting Star. That's it. That's the name for my song. I had found it. My inspiration. Who knew something like this could relight my spark? I raised my head and actually smiled a little. In that moment I saw the prettiest, brightest meteor fire up. Crossing the sky like it was on a journey. I watched it in admiration but it was weird. It didn't fade or disappear. It kept going. In fact, it got brighter as it neared Earth. Then I realized with slight horror: It wasn't stopping. It was going to hit the ground. I stood there in stunned silence as the bright light fell and disappeared behind the backdrop of the city. In the distance I could see the sky light up with an orangish-pink tint. Where was the boom? I waited for some sort of noise to signal it had actually fallen but there was only silence. Complete silence.
"That's weird." I said to myself. It had obviously hit something, but there was no sound or shaking of the ground. "Maybe it was small." That was the only explanation I thought of. Yeah, the majority of it must have burned up and only a small piece actually got through. A small piece, huh? Maybe...
I left my guitar on the rooftop and took off running.
