You wouldn't think that it could be so wonderful just to look at the stars. When I was in NC I spent my evenings looking at stars. I'd walk around and try to find the best view through the trees.
Anyhow, one nite I was wandering about the yard. I saw a strange shape sneaking through the bushes. It glared at me and I could see the reflection of it's eyes staring at me. I got a little nervous and backed up a bit. It finally came out and I saw that it was a deer. An albino deer. Id' never seen anything so exotic or thrilling in my life. Then it approached me. I didn't move a muscle and thanked the Lord I had left the dogs inside.
I fell back with shock and tripped over a fire pit I'd forgotten was there. While I was falling I knew it would hurt. Flailing my arms I fell back and hit my head on a rock. Then let me tell you about stars. They were everywhere, silvery little flecks filled my vision and I lay there thinking. For every beautiful thing there is a cost and I wanted stars, I saw stars. Finally my DH came out and stared at me as I lay sprawled in the fire pit. "What the hell are you doing?" He asked. Well all I could say was, "watching the stars." Knowing better then to even ask, since he has heard some of my ideas for stories, he just helped me up and went back inside. I limped over to the deck, walked up the steps, and turned one last time. Beside the fire pit stood my white deer. I think he was laughing.