Literature
Stars and Stuff
Stars and Stuff
A chill spilled into the air, letting my breath form pale clouds that sailed unstably into the sky. The Sunset, with its golden smiles and rosy cheeked clouds, had left about an hour ago. Now the night took its place with air crisp like apples and the wily wind leaving bitter kisses on my skin. As cold as it was, I laid down in the chilled blanket of grass, sprawled out to look upwards. No civilized lights or unruly trees blocked my view of the sky, streaked with violent colors of indigo and navy. The moon was absent tonight, leaving the stars to glitter in solitude. Up there twinkling were childhood wishes, forgotten but th