And once again, I’m looking at the stars. The window is almost the length of the wall so its hard to miss them as I go to bed every night. I watched them until they passed up above and over the roof, out of sight. Soon, the Sun would come up the same way as they did and it would be a new day. But I don’t want to think about that now. The darkness is gathering slowly around, gently hushing all sounds. Occasionally, there’s the barking of a dog, the purr of a car in the driveway below, the whistle of the night watchman and short bursts of what could possibly be bats fighting. Then, its all silent again - except for the crickets creaking and trucks howling past on the highway, obscured by apartments. But those too blend into the silence after a while. The dark shape of hills, not so far off, twinkle with lights of hilltop avenues. An orange glow from the neon lights on the hill road hangs over the massive black outline, slowly fading into the colour of the night. Its past midnight now and there’s not a star in sight. I’m still looking out, wide awake, but far from restless. And while I wait for sleep to overtake me, I’m just content watching.