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.