The Backward Life

Our first night here we hadn't even set our bed up and were sleeping on a mattress on the floor. We turned off the lights, exhausted from moving, and the ceiling lit up with odd-shaped constellations and what could be mistaken for kind of shooting star. Someone had taken glow in the dark paint and made their own midnight masterpiece.

Almost every night since then when Jon turns off the lights he says something like, "What a clear night, all the stars are out." I laugh, even though I've heard it a thousand times or more, and I go to sleep with a smile on my face (even when the sky outside is so cloudy and gloomy no stars can shine through).