Meteors

With the breath that I took, the sweet, small current of wind that blew past my face, I realized, that there is always hope.  With this realization, a star shot across the sky, hitting the ground several hundred meter's away, causing an enoumous crash.  I shook my head and dust fell from it, and I arose, sweeping across the attic floor and going down the stairs.  In the kitchen, cleaning the dishes gently, was Garth.  He was wearing a red, plad shirt and jeans that fit well.

I walked towards the front door and opened it, staring out at the thing in front of my face.