We drove up to the peaks again. Something about being so far away from civilization ignited both of our souls, so we packed food for an overnight car camping trip, brought the dog, and made our way up the mountains. We laid there, as she drew star charts, mapping out the cosmos. A symphony of crickets conducted by the night sky played as she hummed along, making points on her map. I studied her freckles, making my own star chart upon the pages of my heart. She looked up and caught me staring at her big, brown eyes. “You dork,” she poked playfully. “A sky full of stars and you’re staring at me?”
“Yeah,” I laughed softly.
“A sky full of stars and I’m staring at you.”