Gazing into the night...

Tonight I went out to the beach at Surfside to gaze at the meteor shower over the eastern sky. Granted I live in Miami and the city lights make it hard to see stars, let alone meteors, but every once in a while a streak of white would dart across the sky. It brought back memories of when I went on a cross country trip with my parents when I was little. Beginning our day early in the morning darkness, I laid in the backseat and gazed at another meteor shower through the back window. So many years have gone, and so much has happened, but the feeling of seeing those darts of light still hasn't changed.

But I thought of all those who can't see those lights. Who choose not to see the beauty of God. And those who are unable. Not everyone has the opportunity to go to a beach, alone, in Miami, to see the little stars fall from the sky. And yet I do, and I did. And I hope everyone could at one point in their life do that.

And not just look at the meteors, but to just lay on a beach at night, as the constant wind carries the cold Atlantic waves onto the powder-white beaches. The sounds of the city are lost to the berms, and only the black sky, myself, the two dippers, and the waves occupy my life.

And I wondered, what is a meteor? In that, is it starting its trip to someplace new, or leaving its past? Is it a rising sun, or setting into it's own night? Or is it forever on the move, never able to call a place home...never to settle and realize a stable existence?