Even if I could touch the stars, I wouldn’t, she said.
Why? I asked.
She smiled. The answer obvious, me oblivious.
She stared at the handful of glittering diamonds in the deepening indigo sky.
Distance creates mystery, and mystery sparks the imagination.
Think about it, she said, a star in the sky is worth a million stories…
For instance, if I raise my cupped hand and squint just so, it looks as if the vibrant jewel rests there, not touching, but touching.
From here, I am the woman who holds the mysteries of the universe.
And that’s just one story, she said.