On the nature of celestial objects

KAIMANA

Safrin doesn't come, but you don't mind. The sky and the stars and the wind in your hair are enough to keep you content as the night wears on. As you stare into the glittering stars you tell Oia stories about them, even though you know she'll argue that they're really just randomly placed balls of gas with no real meaning or symbolism.

And when the night begins to give way to dawn, you rise up from your spot on the balcony, pulling her back toward home. Though if you're being honest, you already are home - because home is nature, and more than that, home is her.

{~fin}