“Haven’t you ever been star tripping?” Jon asks me, walking backwards on the field and keeping eye contact with me.

“I think I’ve spent my whole life star tripping,” I smile. Having his eyes on me is thrilling. I can feel my heart beating a little faster and yet I don’t want him to look away.

“Here’s what you do,” he says. “You spin around fifty times and then lay down on the ground and stare at sky.”

I laugh, “Why?” 

“You’ll see,” he smiles, his teeth shining in the moonlight. 

I slip off my shoes and let my toes sink into the cool grass. “Okay,” I agree. “I’ll do it. You have to count though.”

“Glad to,” he says.

I start spinning, slowly at first, and then hitting a rhythm. 

“Seventeen, eighteen, nineteen,” he counts.

I focus on my feet, the only object in view I can follow to keep my balance.

“Thirty-six, thirty-seven,” he continues.

I start to feel not so great, and my body seems to be going faster than my feet. Suddenly, I lose my balance.

“Whoa,” Jon says, placing his hands on my upper arms, steadying me. 

His face in spinning but I can see him smiling.

“Quick! Lay down!” he says, and I follow his instructions.

It looks like the night sky is in motion. Like I’m flying through space, like I’m flying into space or space is flying toward me. I can’t help but laugh.

Jon lays down next to me, staring up at the sky. 

“Something, huh?” he says.

“Something. Definitely,” I smile.

I can hear Scottie and Tyler and Seth in the distance, laughing and talking. But this moment feels like it’s just me, Jon, and the stars.