Victor stuck his hands in his pockets as he walked away from the dancing pools of torch light. He’d forgotten the chill of the desert at night, especially in the mountains. Mid-October back in Florida was still high-summer. He stopped and looked up at the sky. The Milky Way arched over him, the stars bright and clear. He pulled his hand out and reached up to the sky.
“Trying to pull down a star?”
He smiled at Anna, a dark silhouette against the chapel and torch light. “I forgot how clear the night sky is here. Back home, the humidity really dulls the night sky. And of course, I live in town, so there’s the light too.”
She came up next to him and wrapped her arm around his again. He liked the warmth. “Thank you for giving me a moment alone.” Continue reading