Ponder

Rain was pouring, and wind way sweeping, and the ocean was swaying to its own sweet lullaby.  I stared at the stars through the foggy window. They danced and glowed as the night rose and rose. The darkness darkened, caressing the pulsing stars. Each little star illuminated its own little space in the vast universe. I wondered how the moon felt; superior and special among its tiny companions, or alone and secluded from the rest of the night sky? Perhaps it was petty and ready for the sun to take its place. Or perhaps it was a king, and a ruler, and over shone the stars around it with pride.  I looked up at the sky again and  pondered this new question. I pondered the universe, and pondered the unknown, and pondered the curiosities. The more I pondered the world around us, the more I realized how much there was to ponder. Only, the stars seemed so peacefully pulsing, and the moon seemed so wistfully swooning that I soon felt myself drifting to sleep. The pondering could wait for another day.