For the hushed veil of dusk draws black across the night skies. Inch by inch the shortest day is reached and then shall the lowest day wane once again. Follow a trail of stars northwards till you come to that place where the heart resides. It waits there patiently eager to feel your tender touch and be at peace. It shall always be there and it too will watch the night sky wishing on shooting stars that its world should never change.