Inside the car, his field of vision had been restricted, framing only the brilliant, artificial blaze of Saint Lawrence City below. But out here, under the open dome of the heavens, the night was vast and all-consuming. It wrapped around him, immense and ancient. Julian tilted his head back, his eyes widening as he took in the spectacle above.
He felt infinitesimally small. If the city below was a sea of golden, man-made light, prosperous, noisy, and suffocating in its frantic energy, then the sky above was a primordial universe, silent, eternal, and achingly beautiful.
