When walking alone, nothing to do but think

And yet again my mind and eyes wander up. To see the night sky and the night stars. And metophor upon metaphors just bubble away in my mind to create extraordinary visions of something greater, something that connects more than just me to the sky.
I look up and my eyes attempt at focusing on this vast empowering blackness with its illuminating speckles. Imagine some greater-being's hand, which we shall for now call God, for god knows what reason. Hand curled round as if holding a tennis ball. And since this hand is capable all, it lets light glide down the back of it, like a sliver of silk. Untill this light just suspends at each finger tip, only to be scattered haphazardly onto a pool of black emptyness below. And these scattered specks are in suspension too, and only for one who bothers to look up, do they mean the world.
I wish i could hug one of the stars, feel its essence, what makes it live, its particular glow. Because not only am I looking up to these seemingly empty little dots. SOmeone, somewhere else, is looking up at the same time and thinking, this is what is bringing you and me together. I see the same as you, i see it all, and we are both priviledged with the same monumental view. A skyscape to be treasured and shared by all, no matter the condition.
We live our little lives independently but sometimes moments bring us closer than we'd ever realised