Laying in the grass I saw her.
In the dead of night in the middle of nowhere.
I found her. Holding out her hand as though she was reaching for something.

The night sky above us dazzling with the stars of the vast Galaxy.
What was she reaching for?
How long had she been alone?

When I asked her the only reply was this, "If I hold my hand out long enough I'll grasp the stars and return home. Where I'll never be alone."

And in that moment I'd never realized the beauty of the never ending sky.