The little things

Stars.

In the cloudless December night sky, billions of stars shone.

They shone bright enough to stand stark against the deep blue velvet sky, smoother than the ocean.

Even the harsh orange light of the streetlights below, much closer to I, could not diminish their glow.

And as I stood, my head out the window, my skin in sweet embrace with the crisp winter air, I did not shiver, nor feel cold, basking in the beauty of the stars.

The sky was deep and the stars, shimmering from across the galaxy glowed, it seemed, just for me. It's vastness, leaving me awe struck.

My skin still tingles from the cold breeze, my face glowing slightly pink.

If only I could convey such clear, untarnished beauty to you in words.

Instead it shall have to live in that moment, gazing up at the stars.