Night

A thought of a glimpse of a girl, cargo panted, rock climbing smiling at the gas lit stove, hair behind ears behind woolen cap behind a sun reflected off the side of a mountain, fresh mountain air seeping up from the sky below.

We slept that night between the tall grasses of the field. The sky had been pulled across us like a blanket, the brilliance of heaven shining through little pinprick holes in our sheet. We cozied up to this warmth, laid together in a bundle, breathing in and drinking it through our nose, one nose, one body, four arms and four legs, tossled beneath the blanket of sky.

Below she laughed, giggled at the sight of him framed by the big dipper, like a tin pan hat.