[ WP ] She was something to behold .

Have you ever wondered what it ’ d be like to truly enjoy the night sky? It ’ s a 
 nice breezy night in an open field on top a hill, up in the sky, all the stars shining down on you. Soaring with all your cares away... I ’ ve wondered that every night of my life since I was a boy. 
 Every night before I ’ d go to bed my mom would walk me to the top of the hill behind my house and then lay there with me as she told me stories of witches that soared the skies above and traveled all across the world. 
 I used to take it as a fantasy. Until one night. 
 I was about 12, a few years after my mother had passed, I saw a silhouette of a woman in the sky high above me. She was propelled by something beneath her that closely resembled your traditional broomstick. The silhouette whizzed beneath the stars so elegantly, it was like watching art being created and erased simultaneously as she flew through the night sky. She had the prettiest hair I ’ d ever seen on a woman. I could actually make out the color of it. It was a pure golden blonde hue, magnificently streaking across her midnight blue canvas. Her curls flowed behind her as she traced across my vision into the empty space of the night, far above me and out of reach… I cried that night. Her hair was just like my mothers. 
 I ’ ve been there every night since then extending my arm out to the universe. Palm open. Waiting for the girl. Wondering; if she ’ d come and take my hand and take me away with her.
