I caught a ride from a friend tonight as I was traveling from Virginia back to DC. I inadvertently (OK, I walked the wrong way) ended up going on foot from downtown Arlington back up into Georgetown, where I caught my neighborhood bus.
I stopped in a park along the way to look at the stars. I counted 11.
I remember telling Jenny a long time ago something along the lines of, “I never want to live in a place where I can’t see the stars at night.”
Look at me now, standing in the middle of a field, counting, shaking my head — that can’t be right — and counting again.