Last night I walked home alone in the cold. My hands and face were freezing, and it felt as if my lips were numb. Trying not to focus on how cold my body felt, I gazed up into the night's dark sky.

At first, I was greeted with what seemed to be miles and miles of space as empty as my soul has felt at times. Maybe this space was just as cold as I was now, or perhaps it just appeared to be this way for lack of anything else.

After conscienously reflecting on this idea, my eyes began to wandered farther beyond this void vailed area, and my eyes connected with the moon. It was even brighter than it was when I was in Haiti (bright moon over the ocean, never seen anything like it). This beautiful luminous sphere is absolutely dreamy, just like my baby's baby blues. For centuries this heavenly body has provided hope and comfort to mankind, and it has been revered in wonderment, and yet once more it didn't cease to amaze as it was guiding me home that night.

When looking at the moon, I was distracted by something that seemed to stand out even more; the stars. These sky diamonds sparkled and danced in the cold night. Watching them twinkle, I began to ponder.
As a child I dreamed of the stars and made wishes on them, and as a teenager I employed myself with reaching for them, but what role do they have now? Then an abstract thought hit me. The stars are a lot like people.

There are some that are really far away from us, and no matter what we do, we will never touch them. Distance makes and keeps us detached to some. Then there are those that are so close that we can reach right up and touch them; call on their names whenever we so desire. There are those that burn with the brightest intensity, but there are those that flicker and burn out soon after they have began, and yet still those that never know what it means to shine. Some cluster and there are some that have courage and faith enough to stand alone.

I looked at one star in particular on this night. In looking at it, I allowed my imagination to run. It was by far the most beautiful star in the sky. It sparkled above the rest. Something about this star reminded me of someone I am particularly fond of. The more I looked at it, the more I thought of him. He is the star I always reached for and felt I could not touch. Somehow fate had a different view, and I was lucky and caught this star. After I did, I gathered him up close, cause I didn't want him to fade away from me. He has been like the north star, guiding my life through the murky waters like no one else possibly could. What an excellent job he has done filling my night skys! I smiled as I thought about how wonderful the stars and people can be. They both have the potential to make our dreams come true. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes to make one more wish of my star.

A few seconds later, a car blew its horns, letting me know i had wondered off my path. I wiped the tears out of my eyes, looked up at my star and found my way once more. My star had brought me this far, and it I know it would bring me safely home.