I TOOK A PICTURE OF THE MOON
There's mystery in the atmosphere. A cauldron of fire and ice. Life perhaps dwells therein……
 She breathed in cold air, wanting to be a part of it. For a second she is caught up in one of nature's wonder- she's caught up in the moment never wanting to be rid of it. A bat screeches over her head and throws her out of the reverie. 

A creature of the night ; a queer one. It runs with the wind, races with the rain and is most comfortable when up-side down. If only she were that free.... face drawn up to that beautiful sky, she closed her eyes and wished rain would splatter on her face and plant a kiss on her lips. But there is no rain; the sky was clear with a generous splash of stars. 

What if she lived on one of 'em stars? What is she were to sit on a rock and look down at earth, watch over her loved ones maybe. Take a tour on a land void of impunity but oh so neglected it felt pure. What if….?

The memory of the river flooded back captivating her senses. Suddenly she felt very alive as if she were rolling  and rumbling with waves; being lifted up to the air and left to find its own way back with a merry splash, slithering through  boulders, while  splattering against eager shores.  To he who wanted to be one with it, it was a sanctuary- his contact with serenity. A habitat of life.

She wanted everything, she wanted it all. Earth felt too small but yet so enormous. Complicated it was, but it could be simple. She would make it simple.
 Cold wind brushed against her shoulders sending a shiver down her neck; setting a tingle on her nerves. Dissatisfaction- but nevertheless she smiled - for that right there was perfection.