Nighttime Stargazing Perch

Done sliding around the lawn, so I hopped up the wooden slats to catch some elevation on the dark cedar chair. Night had settled in completely. No targets, no crazy shots this round—just kicked back on the wide flat armrest. Right beside my base, someone left a smooth round bottle opener that caught the distant porch light like a little mirror. I leaned my weight back, let the cool night air settle over the wood, and let my head spring drift into a slow, lazy rhythm. Watching the quiet dark above. Total chill mode locked down.