Someone who loves you dearly has bought you a faraway star. It is yours to name, and yours to wish on. The wish will come true, too. What do you call your own star? What is your special wish?
Someone who loves you dearly has bought you a faraway star. It is yours to name, and yours to wish on. The wish will come true, too. What do you call your own star? What is your special wish?
My star name would be Lorstina and my wish would be to be a star because I can sing very good. I love to sing but I hate to sing in front of people, like I just go crazy.
Of all the things in the world I had expected to be gifted a star had never crossed my mind. Looking at the certificate I thought hard, what would I call this far off glimmering light? It felt like cheating but I turned to google, it was how I had found many things in life. Clicking I scrolled and clicked through random words, the journey of discovery become more fascinating as I moved away from my target. Finally I stopped, I had seen a word I loved, Petrichor, the smell of rain.
I will never know if my star knew of rain. But there had to be worse things to call a star.
With a borrowed telescope the next night I pin-point star far off in the sky. To me it looked like any other, but the name I gave it would live on longer than I would. Smiling, I whispered to myself, rain. Within seconds I could feel the light droplets of rain begin, soon I knew the scent would rise. Petrichor.