The wind in the trees sounds like the ocean would were it made of leaves. It's dark out, so I can't see the leaves, but I know that branches are nodding and dancing. The sky is clear and dark, like sparkling grape soda. It's winking with little carbonations of stars. It's just slightly too bright out to see many stars, but I know they're still there. Up beyond the mountain tops, sometimes the sheer infinity of stars is overwhelming - breathtaking. On this side of the mountains, there are just enough to be comforting, tucking you into sleep. You know that the rest of the stars are up there. Just hanging out, wishing you well, one by one, even though they can't all be seen at once.