It's 2:37 a.m.
I sit on a lawn chair,
staring at the crystal clear navy sky.
Every star is different,
yet they're all equal in their beauty,
and all equal in their ability to take my breath away.
I've been out here for hours,
yet all the clear nights wouldn't be enough to take it all in.
Right at this moment, the sky is perfect.
A beautiful shooting star explodes.
Maybe there is one perfect thing in this world.