Look up!

Cold.
I rub my palms together
And hug myself for warmth;
An unforgiving night have I chosen,
To be walking back.

Dark.
The street lamps are dull and far between;
It is a moonless night,
And just a few minutes into the unwelcoming gloom
A pall settles on my thoughts.

Alone.
There is not a soul in sight;
No pedestrians to smile in passing,
No small animals to amuse me with their antics,
No cars to remind me of reality.

A smile appears suddenly on my lips,
A mirthless, wry smile.
Cold, dark and lonely.
The Surroundings?
My Mood?
My Heart?
My Soul?

I look up at the stars
For it is a clear sky;
At least they are familiar,
And good enough company
Once you get to know them.
I wink at them,
And they all wink back.

Suddenly it seems,
I do not walk in darkness,
But comforting, mellow starlight.
The cold is not overpowering
But rather, rejuvenating.
The loneliness is an illusion,
For your loved ones are always there
Looking down at you
From far away.

All you need to do is look up.