(from piscioulus) “You can’t see the stars from here…”
“You know, I was hoping that we could. That, if one lived higher above the city, the stars might come into focus.” So much for that. Hitomu looked into the cut crystal glass of whiskey. The city lights were what shone in the facets, not stars. Could he find familiarity and comfort in city lights?
"We could go out into the Country. Surely, out there, we could see them.” He smiled and turned to his friend, leaning against the rail of his apartment’s balcony. Would Uminari accept it? The plan was spur-of-the-moment, crazy, and likely impossible with their schedules... but...
“Why don’t we? Let’s go! You, me, a ryokan up in Hokkaido for a week? Away from the city and the lights and the crowds. Every morning in a garden. Every night in an onsen, looking up at the stars.”