It was a quarter to midnight and I was standing by the window of the top apartment in my complex, gazing at the moonlit view. It was mesmerizing, really. I had been staring, just staring, for the better part of an hour; not really looking for anything, no, just admiring nature. It was an unusual trait for a boy, but you only live once, as my grandfather had said quite often, almost every time he came to visit.