A love affair exists in the skies. We don't notice it, but it's always there. It's tumultuous. It's a stellar triangle the sorts only celestial beings are blessed... or cursed... to experience.

The Sun, he is steady. He's trapped in place while the woman he loves, The Moon, circles an uncontrollable forever. He watches her always as her evening hair is soft lifted upon his eternal morning. He goes days without even a glance in his direction; he struggles to keep her attention, but his glare burns bright on her light skin, and her aging surface hides from him.

The Comet can't stop his tracks. He constantly crashes past the Moon... and past her... and past her. Each of his lives begins with the excitement of fragments breaking off into her, or the terror of his uncontrollable path taking him into the Earth instead. His journey takes years, decades, and sometimes longer... each life's duration is unpredictable. He races for her... he tries to bend himself in her direction... but he's subject to the wind's discretion.

The Moon is continually faced with a choice. A fleeting love she knows will die a hundred thousand times before he can grace her with a soft kiss, or the steady Sun that cannot be moved, but would worship her forever, and be with her always. Emotional excitement or steady suburbia.

Look up sometime... you'll see it.