It was absolutely mesmerizing. Even lying there on our backs, the cool night air swirling above our still bodies; grass poking around the edges of the blanket beneath us, tickling our feet. It was astounding.
Oregon’s night sky seemed to go on forever. I would imagine traveling to the deepest parts of space while Mom explained that the view was so much better away from city lights. She would point out the Little Dipper, then the Big Dipper. She would point to Orion’s Belt and a few other constellations and then tell me she wasn’t really sure if had them right. But to me, it didn’t matter.