Late on a winter night, we were driving back into our little town. I was half-awake, I looked up to see our familiar intersection.

All the streetlights went dead.

Hm. Odd, I thought.

We drove the rest of the way home.

I tumbled out of the car. My mom was looking up in awe.

“Gwen,” she whispered, “look.”

I craned my neck, instantly captivated. The sky looked like it had exploded with stars.

I shook my head in wonder. I don’t think I’ve ever seen more stars, or since then.

I definately hope to see another stellar explosion.