Grant didn’t think of it, or maybe he did somewhere in his mind deep under the half liter of vodka it was currently swimming in, but shooting stars are extremely rare to see on the moon.
What currently was on his mind was the sixty foot cliff in front of him, and the regrets he tried to leave behind in New Hampshire when he came to the Lunar colonies. Would he ever be a good enough man for Kate? Images of her in his past flashed through his mind on every footfall as he barreled toward the open air beyond the cliff. A few seconds later Grant splashed down into the pool at the base of the cliff, hurting only his pride. He felt unburdened. As he floated to the beach, he daydreamed of the Labor day he and Kate had spent at the Cape.