The sky turns color over the mountains: white, blue, purple, pink. The stars look like members of a team. A part of something greater than a shimmering light. They curve. Proof the earth is a circle. The team makes up another galaxy. The entrance is composed of clouds. And you can see that, too.
We are at a pizza place. A bottle of wine was $15. The focaccia bread didn’t resemble focaccia bread.