Thanks to Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers for hosting this challenge, and thanks to Grant-Sud for use of the photo. Here is my entry (Word Count: 145):
They meet at the annual street dance, thousands of jovial souls crowding the pavement, bouncing to the same rhythm though no two alike.
Tall and short, loud or restrained, there is an Altair for every Vega.
Bodies mindlessly wander, searching for the supernova that jolts them out of the mundane orbit they otherwise cling to.
Spirits loosen tongues and sway hips, exaggerating the unique beauty of all.
Some are pulled like gravity to that perfect star, their feet unknowingly being drawn in the direction of that cosmic connection, the missing star that suddenly completes their eternal constellation, and the air explodes with magic so far and so wide that even the man on the moon seems to smile.
The others, though, are left heartbroken, still searching for their fallen star. They wonder who, on the streets below, could be the one their heart yearns for?