The air was splinter cold. I thought I could smell woodsmoke on it, but I was always smelling smoke these days. I couldn’t tell if it was real or some olfactory breakdown courtesy of the accident. I stood and looked at the cleaned-out sky, massive above the village. Stars everywhere. The longer you stared, the more made themselves known. They were there on cloud-packed days of storm. They were there when you fell in love with a woman you no longer knew. They were there for her now, wherever she was.