I wonder how many men have sat under an expansive sky and felt free. Felt the cool intensity of stars so many millions of miles away and felt comforted that whatever it is that overwhelms, that whatever it is that inveigles under skin and electrifies nerves; that they will yet shine as brightly.
That the air will crackle with possibility and promise and whisper across the nape of the neck and electrify the senses.
That there are always choices. And if only one is brave enough to make them, will the stars whisper back.