How many stars are there in the sky?
Infinite, of course.
We can never know.
Too many to count.
Yeah, yeah, I get that. But if I hadn’t gotten out of the city, went up to a lake in Podunk, Minnesota, and laid in a hammock til after midnight…well, I wouldn’t have asked.
There were so many. I could hardly believe it. It was so beautiful.
Computers seem pointless now. Useful, but not that interesting. Like calculators, maybe, or doorstops. They serve a purpose, but nothing more. I can’t imagine spending fifteen hours online, the way I used to. How could I stand it? They’re not real, not the way the water sparkled. Not the way the grass felt under my toes. Not the way those stars looked over my head, as I watched with Scott.
That evening, that moment, was real.
