When I gaze at the night sky I don’t just see darkness I see a vastness, beckoning for wandering minds.

I see a moon that could share magnificent stories, from a lifetime of watching over the earth,

And clusters of stars hoping to be admired, never knowing how many midnight dreamers sailed wishes and hopes their way.

I see a palette of vibrant hues coursing over the horizon as the sun makes her way above the trees.

People pause, watching in awe as though never witnessing a sunrise.

While the city lights vanish behind her golden rays, and others awake from their slumber.

Blissfully unaware of the magic sky, beckoning for wandering minds.