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.