The giant husband and I walked through 2014 summer nights. Now, with another educational season upon us and its accompanying lunacy, we’ve altered our exercise routine. Our sneaker feet have shifted to 5 AM. It was a little strange at first: the quiet of our home, the blackened windows, and the silence of the street save our morning conversations spoken in hushed tones.
Early AM before too many electric lights interfere, the liquid sky is like indigo wine and the stars vibrate like golden glass. I’m embarrassed to say I’d forgotten the exquisite beauty of the stars. So many stars, so many constellations I don’t know the names of… I promised myself to never forget the sky’s treasures again. They are worth drinking in and wishing upon.
Thank you. May you dream bathed in star glow and powdered with dream dust…