He is out in the yard, watching his grandfather set up a large telescope. His gnarled hands lovingly putting it together without any shaking or hesitation. As dusk gives way to night the lights are turned off in the house. The boy and his grandfather sit side by side in little folded chairs, waiting.
Night falls, and the sounds that daytime produced gradually fall away to a silence. The boy's ears buzzed with the unusual lack of noise. Not even the crickets chirped. It was too cold this time of the year. The stars glittered in the night sky. The cold air somehow giving them a sharp crispness that reaches across the atmosphere.
At some unseen signal, the grandfather gets up, and begins to search the night sky. Then he reaches out a hand, gesturing. Come see. The boy hesitantly gets up, feeling the cold squeak his bones. He looks at his grandfather, who gestures again. The boy looks. It takes a moment for his eye to adjust, but he sees it. A star unlike any other. If the boy didn't know better, he'd think it was a person, just hanging there in space.
