The stars are bright. The are my guiding light. The way I get to caught up in them, counting every single one, to notice the wind in blowing. To notice my hair is coming out in short wisps. How my bangs are coming out of the bobby pins that hold them in one piece. I'm consumed in the fascinating little light that twinkles and becomes so amazing. The moon follows with it. And the dark sky setting it all. The Galaxy glazing with the little lamps that light the road of darkness in space. The moon being the brightest place to be. The biggest flashlight. You just hope one day to see the Lazarus affect of the northern lights. How they dazzle and dance in the sky and just amuse you. They have such grace and beauty. They are gentle and kind. Then your thoughts focus back to space and the stars. You see a shooting star and make a wish. You hope it comes true. Your laying there on a thin sheet on the short grass over summer. You sleep outside and wake up to a sea of stars and gorgeousness. You stay up till you can see the sun come rolling in and the stars fading out. It's fascinating isn't it?
