Big Sky

In the city, I get used to the empty night sky. I can see a few flat, watery stars on my night walks home through Harlem, but in general, I'm not accustomed to looking up.

On Martha's Vineyard, the night sky is bright. Those scattered grains of burning gas twinkle and beckon, inviting my gaze to drift upwards. The great, unexplored world feels cozy and close with the universe above and the dark ocean all around.

Molly and Dad summer dancing