The Star Gazer
The Star Gazer It was a cloudy night one evening in July dense and quiet stiffling and humid. A watchful star gazer lay alone in the field but there was nothing to see. Disappointed and broken let down by the universe the star gazer packed up her things she wished she were a pupet master and the clouds had strings so she could pull them apart so the star's beauty she could see. What was there to do? Nature does its own thing. But as the star gazer raised her head one more time in hopeless wonder... Sign in to see full entry.