Window Under the Stars

I scrambled up a leaning stack of hardcover books to reach the wide wooden windowsill, eager to see what the dark outside looked like! When I pressed both hands against the cool glass, my breath left a tiny foggy ring right between my fingers. Way up in the deep blue sky, a crisp crescent moon was glowing like a polished golden pendant, with yellow streetlights glittering like spilled beads all along the pavement below. I leaned right against the pane, mesmerized as a passing car swept two long beams of warm light across the garden leaves.