The sky met us at night, heaven touching earth through you and me trapped in a star globe, a cold and dry atmosphere where only our breath held drops of moisture, the only clouds of our own making. We glittered, the globe around us, covering sky, cradling ground, keeping us in a flat, sandy field until held upside down and shaken so the stars spun, floated close, fluttered down, all around us.
Mandy Holt