oneword: satellite

He always seems to be there, hovering on the outskirts, beaming in a message or two whenever he senses that my life has gone a little bit awry.

The problem? He is fleeting. I see him shine across the horizon for barely an instant, until he zooms off again until the next time.

And the next. and the next.

If his light wasn't so brilliant, if his smile wasn't so gleaming, I wouldn't care so much. The fact is, I am more comforted by his momentary visits than the thought of him not being there at all.