When I was a little child, age six or so, I lay awake before sleeping and wondered at the borders of the darkness. My sister, brother, and I shared a room that seemed vast, although now I remember the footprint of that townhouse and realize my memory of that room is child-sized. Above the kitchen and entryway, the room could not have been large. Across the upstairs landing was our parents’ room with a view of the interstate and, some nights, a flickering drive-in movie screen. While my younger brother slept, my sister and I discussed the limits of infinity.

We lived there for two years. Now, I realize my parents turned 40 in that townhouse with the orange-painted metal door. In those two years, I have no memory of the stars in that place, an odd thing given that the night constellations are my earliest memory, my father parking our Volkswagen bug on a roadside, and my mother admiring how the Santa Fe city lights mirrored the stars.

The night before I realized I had cancer I stood on a back road in rural Vermont. It was late autumn, and, my God, how the country dark gleams its power, how radiant the ineffably distant stars. I carried that memory with me as I descended into the depths of profound illness. A few nights ago, over a year after that autumn night, I parked in Montpelier and walked along the sidewalk that was mostly empty in the sharp cold. Small lights gleamed in the closed-up shops—the candy store, the bookshop, the AT&T outlet. The stars pierced the night: sacred and profane illumination. The cold drove me back to my car, and my headlights showed me the way over the low mountains, back home again. I’d left my porch light on. I stood on my step for a moment, shivering. I was more perceptive as a child, before language encouraged me to divide the world into categories. Wonder. For this moment, nothing but wonder.

“Sometimes I think we can learn everything we need to know about the world when we read fairy tales. Be careful, be fearless, be honest, leave a trail of crumbs to lead you home again.”
― Alice Hoffman