What is Your True Nature?
The temperature dropped at night. Moist air bathed the white streetlights in glowing halos.
If I squinted just right, the image would blur into a street scattered with pinpricks of stars.
“What are you thinking about?” Maddie asked.
I glanced over at her. Her red hair was dark in the white light. Good for making star halos.
Not so much for reality. I stored away that tidbit of information for alter.