Different

"Look at the sky," she said. I looked. I saw nothing. Dark clouds. The moon, peeking through when it could. A faint twinkle of a star. We weren't on a hill. The city lights had hid everything. I turned to tell her that there was nothing to see. But her face was turned towards the sky. It was lit as though the moon had been waiting for the chance to find her. She looked as though every star was visible only to her. As though she could see the doors to heaven. I looked at her. I found the sky in her.