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.

I did.

It did.

“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.