Stardust

I have spent many nights staring out of my window contemplating the beauty beyond. Humming to myself: “Catch a falling star and put it in your pocket, Never let it fade away! “
There is something magical about gazing at stars. A mystical tingling sensation of stardust falling…and it all came true on a cold august night.
HM and I were on a road trip to Yellow Stone National Park. During the first half of our journey we had decided to spend the night at a campsite in Badlands NP. After enduring long hours of a tiring drive across mundane corn fields I was glad we had settled for the mountains. So we had our tent set up, drove to a cozy inn for dinner and drove along in pitch darkness. Well ideally I would have loved to have spent some quality time with HM. Lying on the grass, gazing at the stars. How romantic ay? Not as it seems!
Instead I was stupidly proposing to ruin a perfect night. This is when we womankind should quit hoping that men are capable of reading beyond the angry façade. As it occurred HM was tired from driving, had a few to drink and I wasn’t quite in a mood to talk. I quarantined myself from his company and sulked. Tried walking past the tent a few times, threw stones into the dark, huffed and puffed. HM dint seem to notice (or rather I assumed so). Annoyed at the proceedings of the day I had nothing better to do but etch random designs with a Swiss knife on the picnic table. Spent a good hour in the dark and was almost dozing off when I felt his hand around me. How romantic ay? Not as it seems!
Well, you see I was keen on thoroughly spoiling the romance! I pushed his hand, he brought it back. I pushed him away, he came back. I moved to the corner of the table, he followed. Gosh how childish! Thank goodness at least one of us knew what to do. HM lit the gas burner brought it close to my face. He smiled and held me in a tight embrace. Before I could fight him and walk away he lifted my head and pointed towards the sky. He whispered into my ear; LOOK how beautiful. And there it was, in all its glory-THE MILKY WAY!
It was splendid like a tapestry of black velvet embellished with diamonds. The sky was glittering and glimmering. And whoosh! My first shooting star. In a flash, it was as if a diamond had fallen off the hands of a sloppy couturier. The spray of stardust and I heard Perry Como sing;
“Catch a falling star an’ put it in your pocket,
Never let it fade away!
For love may come an' tap you on the shoulder,
Some star-less night!
Just in case you feel you wanna’ hold her,
You’ll have a pocketful of starlight! “

Thanks HM for making a wish ;)