The cold yet gentle wind touching my exposed arms and the sound created as I flipped the pages of a book were the only ones that accompanied me in that silent night. The people living in the surrounding houses were already deep in their sleep, and probably they were having a great dream. While I, on the other hand, was still up and wide awake.
I carefully closed the hard covered book I was reading and held it tightly between my arms as I looked up at the vast night sky above me. My skin touched the cold railings of my balcony, but I ignored it and continued admiring the silent sky.
It was the same night sky I always see every night, but it never ceases to amaze me. I could not help but wonder why even if it was dark and empty in there above when I look at it, I still felt at ease.
