Starlight, Starbright
We lay on the grass in the park on a warm October afternoon, watching the colors of the sky change after the sun had set completely behind the mountains. As the pale blue turned into a deeper sapphire, a shining light seemed to come more and more alive against the dark sky. We watched its increasing brilliance with admiration and curiosity, resting amidst ripples of blowing leaves.
“How beautiful is that?” I asked rhetorically. “And that we can see it from so far away, light shining for gazillions of miles and years before it reaches us.”
My friend fixed his gaze on the star, winking wildly back at us. “I wonder,” he began, not shifting his line of vision, “what you would think if you knew that star was up there, looking back at you right now and thinking how bright and beautiful you are.”
I looked at him from the corner of my eye, pretending like I had kept my sight on the shimmer above us. Smiling, I rested back more fully into the grass.
“Well, we are quite a beautiful pair. It would be silly to think the admiration wasn’t mutual, wouldn’t you say?”