In August, I bought a tent. I set it up in my dad’s backyard to test it out. My first night in the tent, around 2 a.m., I noticed the walls glowing. Maybe the neighbors have flood lights pointed at their lawn, I thought. During breakfast, my dad mentioned, “It’s almost a full moon.” I HAD FORGOTTEN ABOUT THE MOON. It hadn’t even occurred to me as an option for the source of that mysterious light. I had even considered UFOs. Horrified, I realized how badly I could use some communion with nature. I want to breathe fresh air. I want to feel the wind and the rain and the sun. I never want to forget about the North Star.