SOMe Starry Night
Under the pale glow of a Parisian spring in 1886, two restless souls move toward the same horizon-unaware that their meeting will ignite a love as luminous and fleeting as the stars themselves.
Vincent van Gogh arrives in Paris with little more than paint-stained hands and an aching determination to create something worthy of the world. Living in the cramped apartment of his brother Theo, he struggles against poverty, doubt, and the relentless pull of his own restless mind.
Across the ocean in Amherst, Emily Dickinson receives news that changes everything. Faced with the nearness of death, the reclusive poet does the unthinkable: she leaves the quiet safety of the Homestead and sails for Paris, determined to taste life before it slips beyond her reach.
When Emily agrees to sit for Vincent's portrait, their worlds collide in a blaze of color, poetry, and dangerous intimacy. Through letters, poems, and whispered confessions, the two artists discover in one another a fierce, unguarded understanding-one that will shape their art, their faith, and the fragile hours they have left.
But love between stars is never simple. As time grows short and darkness gathers, Vincent and Emily must decide whether beauty is meant to last...or simply to burn bright enough to change the night forever.
Some Starry Night is a sweeping, lyrical imagining of the hidden story behind Vincent van Gogh's most iconic painting – an unforgettable tale of love, creativity, and the courage to live fiercely, even in the shadow of the end.
[at the pond at Jardin des Plantes]
Emily’s fingers flew as she unlaced her small boots and set them aside. She scooted toward the edge of the boulder, holding her skirts back as she dropped her feet down. Slowly, deliberately, she dipped her toes into the clear water. So cold! A shiver started in her toes and moved up her calves. She ignored the knee-jerk reaction to withdraw and instead pressed her feet in deeper. As the water filled her stockings, air bubbles cascaded to the surface, making little popping sounds.
“Marvelous,” she said. It was as if the water had fingers and was caressing her feet and ankles.
“Told you,” Vincent said. He sat just inches from her. So close. She sank her feet in even deeper, dangling them as far as possible. Her whole body hummed. She wanted all of it—the chill and the heat, the shade and the sun, the water and the electricity of sharing this moment with Vincent.
Irene Latham
