Eternity

At 3am last night, I lay down on the small green hill in front of Dartmouth Hall and watched the moon. The sky was dark blue. Cold, cold night. The kind of cold that is thick enough to drink. I was a little drunk, I think. Not on alcohol. Drunk on the sky.

I watched the clouds move, and the moon tread out, then into the grey stains on a sheet of deep, deep smoke. The stars. Some. The moon. A little cold, a little scared. But at peace, the night.

If God promised me eternity, I would want him to give me this one moment. Lie here and watch the sky forever and ever and ever.