if you look away for an instant you’ll miss something. up above are scattered points of light so dense that at any second they could coalesce into a sunlit sky. the air is fresher without clouds. cold. the twinkling seems in earnest. some of the infernos have already ended by the time they’ve met your eyes. it is an honor to witness from the ground. a moon just waxing shares the deep, dark firmament. a sly silver sliver adorning the myriad sparkle. keep your eyes open for sweet bright streaks in space. by the time you’ve lost yourself in the depths you’ve forgotten what you’d wish for. you lean in to the wondrous night.