Stargazing

Dear Diary:

We were stargazing in Fort Tryon Park. The burned-out bulbs in many of the street lamps were serving us well.

Justin, an amateur astronomer, called out to us in the dark, tempting us with visions of other planets.

“Have you ever seen Saturn?” he asked. “The skies are clear tonight, the best in months.”

Wary of strangers, our curiosity nonetheless outweighed our hesitation.

We had begun to take turns looking up through the lens of Justin’s telescope when a bus pulled up and parked, obstructing our view of the sky.