I want to tell you about my night.
I looked at the charcoal sky, and attempted to count all the stars that twinkled a little brighter than the others, but I kept losing track of the ones I already collected in my mind.
I started over, and over again, but I could never seem to get it right.
I finally figured out that the shadowy canvas was missing a few of them. In a state of panic, I desperately tried to figure out where they had gone. Were they so dull, that my human eyes could not see their luster? Were they hiding behind the feathery clouds that littered the cosmos?
One, two, three...
I couldn't find them.
And then, I realized something.
The stars weren't missing at all. They did not evacuate the heavens because they didn't feel wanted. No, not all. The brightest, and