Above him the sky was ablaze. Twinkling with the radiance of thousands of stars. Each one shining brightly, almost as if directly at him - in competition with one another to win his gaze. The longer he looked, the harder it was to focus. All of them began to bleed together, closing in on one another - bathing him in celestial light.
Beneath him, the rock felt cold. Pressed against his jacket, he could feel the heat of his body dispersing into its large mass. It felt good. Like he was somehow giving back some of his energy to Mother Nature. He was bundled up tightly, protected from the slight summer breeze was trying to sneak its way in between his layers - tickling at his nose and bangs. The air that passed over him was pure and sweet. The rich aroma of pine was intoxicating. Thick and pungent. He couldn't remember a time he felt more comfortable. Out in the wild, away from the world - at peace beneath the brilliant night sky.
To his right, he could hear her breathing, slightly muffled against the sounds of the forest, but just enough to let him know she was still there. Gazing over, he could see the shape of her face underneath the glow of the stars - the bridge of her nose, the curves of her cheeks - the sky reflecting in her eyes. Somewhere off in the distance he could hear the leaves rustling with the footsteps of different creatures, out scavenging for their next meal or a new addition to add to their burrow. All around them the air buzzed with chirping crickets - a late night symphony, playing a private show for their guests.
As he turned his attention back above him, he caught the streak of a shooting star. He couldn't help but smile - wondering how he had gotten there and why he was so lucky.
For at that moment, there was no where else he'd rather be than lost under the stars with her.
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