Stars

I looked up at the sky at night, it was so beautiful. The glow of the moon on my face was refreshing, and the colors of the stars fed my eyes with a sight that could be found nowhere else.

I thought about what was up there in the night sky. The more I thought, the more I longed to reach out and touch the stars, to walk the plains of the moon that shone so brightly in my eyes.

The longer I looked the more it feelt like maybe, if I stuck my hand up into the sky, maybe I would be able to tap on the stars.

Maybe they would swing on a thin invisible string, like a night-light hung from the ceiling.

I thought about it more, and more. eventually I went to the highest hill I could find, and stretched my hand out as far as I could reach.

My finger just barely tapped the little, shining star right in front of me. A spectacular note rang out across the field surrounding the hill I stood on, and an array of colors lit up the surrounding area. It was like sunlight shining through a diamond, only a thousand times bigger.

That night the night sky and beautiful colors filled my dreams. No one believed what I saw, but thats not important.

Ever since then, even though I was never able to touch a star again, the night sky has always been my friend.