She sat glazing at the stars... as if somehow she could penetrate the infinite Darkness and see the space, distance and the difference in time between the burning balls of gas or what we knows as the starry stars...
Has she err? Her thoughts were like a lone coconut adrift in the immense blue of the sea...
Has the coconut found the beach that it sought after with its soul...
or has it gotten itself intoxicated with the uncertainity and freedom of drifting along where the tide carries...
