The UFO

My mother and I see something in the sky

One time when I was six I was standing in our front yard on a moonlit night, looking at the sky.

I tried to count stars, and I could see each one clearly, crisp bright white rhinestones studding a faded indigo cloak.

That was the last time I can remember seeing the world as it is, hard-edged breeze, clear air, everything alive and…