They walk like toddlers, they swim like experts, and they are pitted against the biggest predator out here: the weather.

They soared, in the realest sense of the word.

I smiled, in the realest way I could. Because I know that feeling. Everyone does.

We were up on the ridge, me with a little star in my pocket and the light of a cloudy, icy day in my eyes. But those eyes hadn’t seen the sky-stars in days.