The stars and sky are not impossible tonight.
Gentle tide and barely a breeze. Gray whisps of cloud soften the shoreline.
Head back on sand. The stars stand infinitely, they say, and I believe it. But tonight I could count them all. Tonight my fingertips could brush that cool blue and it would warm beneath my touch.
Is it this small sliver of beach which makes the universe fathomable? Is it the company? Because I could live in this night, content and trusting in all that I cannot see, but believe.
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