The sky, last night, looked like one of my daughter’s paintings. Her rule is pretty simple – the more stars the better. This sky was better than better.
The whole house was quiet and dark. D and I stood at the window for a long time, looking up at the sky, and whispering. I took a photograph, even though I knew that none of the starry magic would show. It was more a photograph to remember the whispers. But when I clicked the camera, my hands shook, and here’s what I got.
I didn’t take any more, because this seemed kind of perfect. Questions in void.