Catch a Falling Star...
Daytime meteor sighting, I think. I've never seen (or not seen anything I could be so sure of being) one before. I made a wish, but I'm not sure if that counts if the star doesn't fall, and I doubt it fell. I'm not sure either that it burned up. My impression was that it just skimmed/bounced.
It could, of course, have been a piece of space junk. But a bit of a dead planet or planet that never was is more inspirational.
Science was wrong -- Rocks do fall from the sky.
And sometimes they fall sideways and then race back into the void, a little singed, briefly warmer, and a little slower -- if only for a while.
Apparently my brain now thinks I need to write a story with weasels... actually a story in which weasels are plot pivotal. I know this because I have a title -- A Brace of Fine Weasels (and a Sprig of Rue). Brave, noble, teensy weasels. (Weasels are terribly cute, really, and they're even more fun at the bottom of your garden than fairies).