They lay on the grass with the intent to count stars. But the park whose fence they hopped was only five miles from downtown, and it was a cloudy day besides, so even after double and triple checking they had finished in ten minutes.

"43."

So they lay there, listening to each other's breath. She felt the weight of the earth pressing into her naked calves and the blanket of wind perpetually tucking her in. He explored tendrils of thought, tangled and knotted, until their tips collided at the reaches of his mind.

Both felt unbearably finite.