Window talk

He stared out the window, just thinking, letting his mind wander, letting his brain take hold of him. It was night. The stars were out. He could clearly define every single constellation out there. Even with the planes going by, confusing the stars from the lights. He wondered about those planes. About the people on them. Were they going somewhere important? To a business meeting? Or just to see some family. Is it a happy occasion? Did someone get married? Or is it a funeral. Family and friends always have a party after a funeral. He wondered if somewhere, some drunk guy from a party to celebrate his dead brother was being dragged by friends and family alike to his car, while he stared up at the star, which was staring back at him.