A night under the stars

I think of myself as an old woman, sitting tired and complete in a chair with a book in my hand and thoughts in my head of one starry night a long time ago. There have been many night with stars after that but that one is special. Dont know why. Just magical it was. I think that I had received some tidings from someone who was dear to me then. And that was the day I took a turn to run outside down a side road which went winding down, behind beautiful houses and through small fields, transporting me to a different world where nothing existed except the silence, the silken touch of the cool wind, the twilight and the sound of my ragged breathing in tandem with every step of my feet on the asphalt......

I ran and I ran and there was no end. The road came to an end but still I ran. I was running for me, for what time I had, stolen away from work to indulge in this guilty pleasure. As I ran I felt cut loose.... Did my feet leave the ground? No they did not but my heart surely did. It flew out into the clear night sky to be with the stars and the full moon which all tanned and golden glowed down on me covering me in cool light of the far away and of the great beyond........ I heard rustling leaves and a few lines of poetry. I found myself on the ground gazing into the night....

And there was a fellow soul, snatching a few moments from life to enjoy the moment, for what it was. A small warp in time where nothing existed but the elements and the self. Where everything was lost and everything gained. Where nothing belonged but one felt the richest. Where everything ended.... and began again.