Last night I was created from light. Spotlights and patio lights and campfire lights and Christmas lights still up in summer. Sunlight and moonlight and starlight and light that's taken a million, million years to arrive. I was made of them all.
I can't help thinking that if we live long enough, we'll all eventually forget the lives we've lived. The faces of people closest to us, the memories we swore we'd hold on for the rest of our lives. First kisses and last kisses and all the passion between the years.
I was surrounded by heaven. The sun, the moon, the earth, and all those living stars. They weren't static like in pictures taken from impossibly far away—they breathed, they glowed. They were future and past, possibility and memory. They were beautiful.