"Life is a never ending, downward spiral."

Suppose for a moment, dear reader, that you lie in an open field, gazing up at the star-strewn heavens, mind blank, muscles relaxed, the entire world at peace around you. A light breeze stirs the long grass; the faint scent of jasmine lingers in the soft summer air. Above, the stars twinkle merrily at you. An old rhyme springs to mind.

"Starlight, star bright, first star I see tonight. I wish I may, I wish I might, have the wish I wish tonight..."

Slowly, your eyes drift closed, your lips silently form the words as your wish sails away into the night.

Have you been imagining, reader?

If you have, then I commend you! I, too, found myself in the place described for a few brief moments. That is the beauty of words. For brief moments we can find ourselves transported away from our mundane lives. That, dear reader, is why I love writing.

Thank you for taking a little time out of your day to journey with me.

- Aimee