Lily Solidago

Starry Night

He passed the last of the half-mile tree guard and found himself in a field – obviously as neglected as the rest of the property – undulating in small gray mounds, silver-specked with star-lit dandelions and pebbles. He walked another half a mile out, and finding himself fairly tired sat down and took off his t-shirt, now decorated with abstract wisps and splotches of perspiration. After some serious consideration he kicked off his pumas and peeled away his socks, stretching and wiggling his toes. When he reclined he did so carefully, first gingerly settling his elbows then his back and sho...