We didn’t turn on the lights because we didn’t want to wake anyone up. So we only had the stars and moon to light our way. It was full that night—a blue moon. That’s what I heard on the radio earlier that day. And I remember looking up and squinting because I actually thought that meant it would turn blue. I swear it had a tint. When Mason asked what I was looking at, and I told him, he laughed. And I remember thinking how much I liked his laugh, just like that, with nothing but crickets and rustling leaves surrounding it. It felt…special.
