Summer of Meteors

Meteor County. The cicada chirps like a complaint. Twenty years ago, a meteorite fell here. It was placed in a glass case in the museum, silent. No one knows what it is waiting for. That summer, the road started to get longer and the road started to get shorter. The end of the alley is no longer the end. A piece of rusted armor was unearthed at the archaeological site in the backyard of the museum. The hole in his chest looked like a closed eye. The sound of cicadas is still there. The sun is still there. The stone remained silent. It's waiting for someone. !