The warm breeze of the summer night passed my bare shoulder, and I shuddered in content. The night sky was turning into a dark black, the temperature was warm surprisingly. I didn't want to go in yet. Plopping down on the chair, I turned my head up towards the sky. The stars were visible tonight. I always loved them. There was all splattered out as if someone has taken a white paintbrush and flicked it all over the sky. I noticed a thick wool blanket laid out on the side. Pulling it over my petite frame, I begin counting the glistening stars as all was quiet. It was peaceful once again.