I hold my hands up to the sky. Palms flat, as if I'm holding up the big black dome that is the sky. Everything is quiet here; so soft and quiet and the only thing that can be heard is the night creatures and the soft gentle breeze rustling the clumps of shrubs around me.I feel like I'm in a desert. You know that feeling you get when you're in the middle of no where and you look up at the stars and...