Words could be quite enough for magic to occur, when the night was warm enough and the moon waxing.

On an appropriated quilt on the lawn gazing into the infinite, I wanted to say something profound but could not shape any observation that didn’t ring trite. These moments are given to silence or jokes to fend off the minuteness one feels if one understands the slightest thing about astronomical distances.

The night sky made her feel infinite before she knew the word.

Adolescence impelled her eyes to stay at an even keel, to deal with the ground before flickering to the heavens. Night became not dotted with fairy clouds of celestial brilliance, but simply the time when the sun was out of sight.