A cascade of stars in the form of meteors coming down.

Is the sky crying..? I would hate to think so. Sweet stars, you always

look firmly attached to the background of the universe…oblivion to

any business taking place down at your feet. I understand. Well, for me

it looks beautiful. Hope all you are Ok. Because I might need your

help tonight. You see, I’m trying to impress this woman. She’s a lovely

lady. I want her to think big of me, you see….and this is the plan…

I’d want you to come raining as crazy when I take her to the balcony

and tell her we are good friends. And that I asked you to put on the

most fantastic incredible show of fireworks made of nothing else and

nothing more than stars…Sweet Heavens…she will for sure throw

herself at my arms…oh, please, please sweet stars. Help me.

Thank you, thank you, I knew you wouldn’t let me down. Love you.

EO