Starstruck

She walked slowly, much slower than the usual brisk pace. It felt delightful to feel the crisp chilly air after the closed up gym and the whirring of the treadmill. It was a clear night. Inspite of the lights hindering them, the stars twinkled tenaciously. They symbolized her dreams and aspirations, like the open sky was a canvas waiting to be painted. They fascinated her, and gave her hope. Nature is a good friend, strong in its silence, and unconditional in its encouragement.

A car screeched to a halt and she took her eyes away from the sky with a start. Embarrassed, but with a sense of calm, she hopped onto the sidewalk with a smile.