A little place in a little town where I will stumble along the path to being a little bit greener.
Monday, November 24, 2008
It's nights like this that find me standing at the back door, groceries hanging forgotten in my hands, head tilted, and staring straight up until I'm dizzy. It's cold out but not bitter and the night sky is crystal clear. I could fly, float, fall into the stars. Unbelievably beautiful.