As if she could read my thoughts, she said, "You know, first we have to conquer the seas. Baby steps. We tried to run before we ever learned how to crawl."


      

"You remember that?" I questioned, turning towards her just a little, still facing the sky.
"It’s logical."
"Good."
She put her hand in mine and squeezed it. All around us, fireflies blinked, signaling to each other in the night, calling each other, beacons in the vast space that was their universe.
"We’ll get there, someday. I promise." She said, no doubt in her voice, only a reassuring confidence that I’d already grown to find comfort in.
And the skies continued onwards towards the future, never noticing us at all.