Starlight

One game called for a litre of starlight. This frustrated me as a
child. I would complain to my Uncle George, how could such a thing be
done? He just scratched his head and said he knew there was a jar of
it somewhere. I would stomp away in a huff, accusing him of lying to
me.

Then, one day, when I was closing up the house after his death, in
a dusty cupboard I found a jar with luminescence inside. I picked it
up and opened the lid, and could see all around me, limned with
silver. Then nothing. I still have the jar. I leave it out under the
moonless sky some nights, hoping.