There was no need for light, as we raced across the glassy lake, dancing and playing upon the winter’s oceans. We had the stars, had each other, and that was all that we needed. Not the world, not the moon who hid himself in shadow, and certainly not the warmth of the house a hundred thousand miles away.
We laughed at the cold and at each other’s jokes, catching as many shooting stars as we could with our eyes as the ice beneath us left us shivering. But that never mattered. Each of us was warm with life, with the cold beauty of the crisp midnight sky. The winds blew, trying their hardest to turn us from the night an back to the glare of lights inside, but we only laughed all the harder at each other’s futile attempts to strip some extra warmth from the few blankets we had.
And there we lay, oblivious to the roads and houses and people that lived worlds away, caring for nothing but the company we kept and the brilliance of the galaxy and God that made the darkness all the more beautiful. We had everything we could ever need; life, love, and beauty, both in the heavens and in our small, huddled group.
And the time came, as we knew it would, to fly back to the world and leave behind the midnight. So we ran, danced, laughed, and lived. Upon winter white and frozen oceans, at midnight – beneath stars and above the ice, hearts can be brought to life.
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