As I lay flat on my back at the side of the pool immersed in the spring air at three a.m. this Tuesday morning nearly nude but for a sarong a star falls from east to west.
Just a brief event yet it causes me to write how lucky I am – blessed really – to witness this magic we call being. It’s coming right at us all the time in a powerful way, full force filling all the senses.
I know this will never end. It just is, and will be endlessly forever.