Comet Tales

With timeless eyes, I watched. A comet. Mile upon mile. An endless expanse of ice. So majestic in the eternal night of space. A glacial mystery on its solitary meandering course through the galaxy. Glinting in the rays of a nearby star.

It barrels along its course. Mysterious, maybe as old as time itself. Streaking out on its merry adventure. Trailing its sea of ice behind like a wedding train, reaching far towards the distant blazing sun.

Tumbling onward, a rolling rock. Surrounded by the veil of its own making. A glinting and impenetrable tail, marking its path throughout the universe. Visible for so many light years around.

Creatures on the systems it passes though invariably notice its passing. Some fear it, feeling its presence like a harbinger of doom in their lives. Others revere it, hold it to be some holy thing. Some merely stand and watch it with wonder. The graceful white line of light shining in the sky. As night turns to day, turns to night, turns to day.

The comet moves onwards, oblivious to the furore it causes. Its purpose is to simply be. Riding its course until the end of all time, or till the day something stops it, whichever is sooner. Glistening, as it passes on its way. A transitory being. Sometimes sharing its lonely quest with temporary neighbours. But mainly, incalculably, majestically alone.