I can see the stars through my window. They always seem the same though. The big dipper, that was the first constellation my mother told me about. I am looking at it now. Clear as ever. I never liked the idea of sleeping at night anyway. I mean, all these stars twinkling out there beautifully and you would be sleeping. Isn’t that sad in someway? I don’t know about you but I think it is. Not that I stay awake by my choice. Yet it’s sad. Everything is, during the night. The sky. The trees. The air. The silence. Everything is just sad. I wish I could see a shooting star someday. I think that could take away the sadness. May be for a while.