From my front porch, Southern Oregon 2012
He kissed her awake. “Come outside with me,” he murmured.
“What?” A glance at the clock. “It’s the middle of the night.”
“Humor me,” he laughed, pulling her out of bed.
Confused, she took in the scene on the back deck: a large air mattress, covered with an unzipped sleeping bag, two pillows. “What’s going on?”
Smiling, he took her hand, drawing her down with him to the makeshift bed.
When they were settled, her head resting against his shoulder, he said quietly, “Look up.”
She gasped, dazzled by the sight of shooting stars streaking across the night sky.