This Starry Night Makes Me Romantic

Happy Reunion

The desert is a very quiet place at night. The stars blink like tiny silver buttons sewn onto a dark blue blanket, and the moon shines bright and round, lighting up the sea of sand.

For many days and many nights, one gentle camel stood by the edge of the dunes, looking out into the vast emptiness. She was waiting. Her partner had gone away on a long, long journey across the desert trail, helping the merchants carry bundles of colorful silks and sweet-smelling spices. Every evening, she would watch the horizon, hoping to see a familiar silhouette against the sky.

Tonight, the wind carried a special secret. It whispered through the desert grass, bringing the faint clink-clink of brass bells and the distant sound of traveler footsteps.

She took a step forward, her big eyes widening in the moonlight. There he was!

He looked tired from the long trek, his hooves heavy from the deep sand, but the moment he saw her, his ears perked up. She didn't wait another second. She walked right up to him, leaning her long neck against his, resting her head gently on his shoulder. It was the warmest, softest hug in the whole wide desert.

"I missed you," her gentle lean seemed to say. "I am home," his tired eyes replied.

The merchants continued on their way, but the two camels stayed right there, side by side under the stars, happy to be together again.