I see stars through my window, two of them. One shines bright and higher, while the other dim and lower. Light years apart, but appear not so distant to my eye. Trying to convey to me that it doesn’t matter if they really are far apart, a third set of eyes will always picture them together, ever so slightly moving towards each other for ages, with the twinkling winks, despite the *space* between them. In a futile attempt to unite. But…
