We were like comets, speeding away from one another, splashing a great rooster
tail of blue across the sky. Don't look back. When traveling along the gentle curve of a great
15-year elipse it seems like a straight trajectory. You feel further and further away, though
little do you know the mechanical universe has swung you back around and scheduled you for a
another rendezvous. We are comets passing again on a cold crystalline night, our respective
gravities interacting and influencing and subtley altering our courses ever so slightly that the change of direction
can easily go unnoticed. But when you travel these kinds of distances, a change of a mere half
degree is equal to a million miles.