Sky full of stars

Cause you're a sky, you're a sky full of stars
Such a heavenly view
You're such a heavenly view

A hanging seat outside our room oscillated like a pendulum. The swing's suspension chains were permanently mounted to the porch ceiling; and the seat was large enough to occupy upto three people, with an armrest at each end with a rod on top, on which you could rest your foot. It was the most comfortable seat. It soon turned to be a medium to relax and calm our minds, we made it our space to unfold after the end of each day. The twinkling lights from the mountains afar and the stars aligned in such a way that they camouflaged and appeared to be a galactic view right under our feet, oh so beautiful! The cars on the distant mountains with their headlights on seemed like shooting stars from our sight. It took me back to my childhood days when I aspired nothing but to be able to touch the stars so with every stroke of the swing going upwards, the kid inside me was back alive, wanting to grab hold of them stars, well, as I’m writing this and feeling nostalgic about my childhood, I feel overwhelmed that though I couldn’t touch the stars I was closer to them than ever and I stared them so hard that its view has captured and printed itself in my head for forever. Voice of Chris Martin in the background and the cold breeze was captivating setting the mood right. 

Yeah, I could use a dream or a genie or a wish
To go back to a place much simpler than this
I-I-I could really use a wish right now