It was so cold I could see my breath up on the roof, each exhale drifting out as a small fog that lingered before thinning into the night. I’d come up there for one reason—I wanted to see the stars.
The sky was clear, crisp, and impossibly bright. Every star shone sharp and unforgettable, as if someone had etched them into the dark by hand. For a moment, the cold slipped away. Their light didn’t just glow; it rang, a thin silver shimmer threading through the deep blue sky.
Georgia
