I’m out early this morning, the moon still up, already moving to close itself to half, and the stars shining.

A friend shares that she’s been on a seven day rafting and camping trip in the Grand Canyon, sleeping under the stars, no tent.

I look up and celebrate the luxury of enclosure in canyon walls that open to the sky.

Meanwhile I’ve looked into the stones in the bay, a different type of star.  Life dances in my chest.