Long Night

“Are you ok?”

“Huh?”

“Are you ok? You kind of zoned out and became all quiet, all of a sudden.”

“Oh, sorry. I’m fine; I was admiring the night sky.”

It’s quiet; almost too quiet. It’s a long night, and has no intention of ending soon. I am in my street clothes, on a top of a large parking garage; there is absolutely no light pollution, the stars have come out to play. The moon, normally shy, has come out and joined the party. I look at her, and she looks as dazzling as the stars. I asked her for a dance, and the stars glowed brightly, almost like they were blushing, twinkling, giggling with delight.

It was a slow dance, really. I couldn’t imagine anything quite so interestingly tacky, and yet so sweet. I could stare into her eyes, and be so immersed that I could completely ignore the fact that we were on the top of a parking garage. It was mystifying, her smile, that is; a smile so radiant that I am just lost, overwhelmed by the moment.

This was truly a special someone; granted, someone who will always stay close to my heart. Unfortunately, this moment was not meant to last forever. A quick check of the cell phone revealed the dim lit screen saying that it was time to go. She smiles at me once more, and says, “Maybe some other time.”

As I walk her back to her place and wish her good night, the way back home seemed so much longer. I look up, and walk to the jingle of the stars.

It’s a long night, and the only thing that is heard is a soft sigh.