One step closer

Stargazing
I've planned it in my head. The trip I will take. It will be a late-night adventure. I will turn up at your house. (Who you are I still am not sure of... but I know this will happen. One day, when I can drive, for one, because that's part of the plan.) Then I will drive us to a beach. Ideally, it would have little light. It doesn't matter if it's far away, because I'd like to spend time with you, and driving somewhere in the middle of the night is very appealing to me. I will have prepared sleeping bags. Once we arrive, we will run to the shore (safety first). It will be a calm night. The stars will be out. Light winds. Not too chilly. The moon will be beautiful. Oh my God, I just imagined watching the moon rise and set. That would be amazing. Clair de lune. That's what I picture in my head, all the time. That story told to me - it was fabrication, yes, but it has stayed with me forever since. The reason why I want to play cello. I know why. I know the exact moment that desire began, and how it was set in concrete. I'll need to know a friend who plays cello now, won't I? Then after we run to the beach, we will gaze at the stars. Maybe the ocean will lap at our feet. Then we will get out the sleeping bags and lie on the beach. We will gaze at the stars, cuddle up, and pass time under that little piece of infinity.

This will be.

What I dreamt up one sleepless October night last year.

We will fall asleep under the stars.
Bonfire and marshmallows.

And I will relive the year I fell asleep under shooting stars.