Star Light, Star Bright, which star do I see tonight?
It was a beautiful dark night. With the moon not in the sky, all you could see were stars. Since I’m used to living in a well-lit area in my neighborhood. Looking up at stars means maybe you see 5 or 6 stars at night. But this was different.
I was lost in the woods. I had left the group I was in on this nature walk and decided to forge my own trail. I should point out that I was never a boy scout, therefore forging my own trail meant that I was wandering around without any clue as to where I was going.
It has been 4 hours since I last saw or heard a human. And as I said it was now very dark. I had managed to get through the wooded parts of the pseudo-trail that I was making and made it to a clearing. This was a vast open field surrounded by trees. As I walked forward into this clearing I decided to sit down and take a rest.
At this point, night had fallen, and the only lights that could be seen were those from the stars in the sky and fireflies flitting throughout the clearing. These lights, as little as they were, allowed my eyes to adjust so that I could see the shadowy outline of the surrounding trees and the vastness of this clearing.
I looked up into the sky and saw a little more than the 5 stars that I was used to seeing at home. There were thousands of stars. It was awe-inspiring. If I only had someone to share it with.
It was then I remembered that I was lost. Would there be anyone to notice that I was missing? After all, it had been 4+ hours that I’d been gone. What would happen to me if no one came?
I thought back to another time that I had been lost. I remembered. It was her. Her shining light had guided me. She had said that she would always be with me.
I closed my eyes and thought about something to write about. That is usually when she shows up. Even with my eyes closed, I could see the light.
I opened my eyes slowly and gazed at the stars. There was one bright light that shone more brightly than any of the others and it was moving towards me. I stood up and waved at the star. As it got closer I heard a noise and it was getting louder. It was the sound of a motor and a spinning sound. This is not what a star should sound like. Actually, I’m not sure what a star sounds like at all so maybe a star does sound like a whirling blade in the air.
As the star got closer I realized it wasn’t a star at all, but rather a helicopter. It landed in the field near me.
The pilot got out and asked me my name, which I gave her.
“We’ve been looking for you,” she said. “I thought you might have been here.”
I was rescued and it wasn’t my muse that found me after all.
I asked the pilot what made her look for me here. Her response was, “I don’t know, I just got this feeling. That’s never happened to me before. It’s as if someone was showing me the way.”
I thought, but then again…maybe…?
