Nothing But Stars
The first thing he remembered — after the worst of it was over — were the stars. Looking to the heavens, incandescent bodies glimmered and winked at him from a lush canvas of indigo: bejeweled timekeepers, watchers of the universe, billions of light years away. Oh my God, he thought, his eyes overflowing with the splendor of diamonds and sapphires suspended in space. They’re beautiful. Nothing but stars, so many of them, infinite and eternal. Dazzling gems spilled upon velvet, blushing...