The stars make no noise.

There's something about being far away from city lights and looking up at a sky full of stars. There is a stillness as they twinkle silently far above, their determined little light traveling across a space so much larger than we are capable of comprehending. They don't have to make a sound to lend their beauty to the velvet black of night. Like the whisper-softness of sparkling snowfall, they shouldn't be audible and yet...it almost seems as if you're just quiet enough, still enough, and listen intently enough, you might actually hear what twinkling sounds like.

The stars, like the snowfall, make no noise, but they are what peace sound like.


For the days I want to write but need that extra push, and, just as much, for the days when the prompt inspires me, all on its own, whether I need extra motivation or not.