The night was young. an ink-blue sky surrounded me. A coconut tree swayed to the tunes of a slight breeze. Soft wind hit me, the waves of which caressed by cheeks. A crescent moon decked the sky. Pure white light emanated from it, creating various shades of blue around it. Stars twinkled in an abyss of darkness. Some of them were bright, the others seemed hidden between the clouds.
Time passed. The moon had disappeared behind the clouds. Only shimmering stars, were left, the number of which seems never-ending. I tried counting, but lost track soon.
Having attempted to count them a few times, i felt lost amongst them.