By dusan.stojkov on Skatehive
Photo by:https://unsplash.com/photos/a-group-of-people-standing-next-to-each-other-under-a-night-sky-filled-with-stars-PTtW0VT7gZA There are nights that never really leave you. They just change shape, like constellations shifting with time, but always there… waiting for you to look up again. The first time I remember truly being naked under the stars wasn’t about love or struggle—it was about innocence. I was a first grader, living near a lake, a tenant in a modest home where life felt simple and endless at the same time. Summer nights had their own rhythm. Kids from the street would gather, dragging pieces of wood to make a small fire right there on the asphalt. No phones, no distractions—just laughter, sparks flying into the dark, and eyes fixed on the sky. We didn’t need much. A meteor shower was a spectacle, but even on ordinary nights, we searched for falling stars like treasure hunters. Every streak of light carried a wish. What did we wish for? Everything. A new bike. A trip to