This evening as I was taking out the trash, I looked up and marveled at how beautiful and clear the sky was. A half cup moon. Not a cloud in the sky, and xmas light radient on a few houses. Warm evening for January.
So I looked up, and I thought, "so when do I get to meet you?"
The response, in my head: SOON.
Immediately following this, a shooting star.
Except it changed its course by twenty degrees, mid-flight.