Caught By The Window.

So I was driving home today and I looked up at the sky and the stars were so pretty that I smiled like an absolute baboon.

I think it was the mixture of stars, good music, and driving a car that has four working tires that made me so gleeful.
I thought of you just then, about how it would be nice if you were sitting beside me so I could say to you, "Aren't the stars pretty?" And you could look at them and take the same simple pleasure in a sky full of twinkling lights because I think you would like that, and I would smile even more because you would smile and then everything would be awesome.