Life, like a tide, goes out, but at some point, comes back in. At low tides, pieces of our past are scattered across the shore, we use this time to evaluate the road we are on.
Saturday, December 8, 2012
Moonless Night in November
It's a beautiful moonless night; stars in all their glory. A hot fire keeps the chill off. There isn't another soul on the south jetty tonight. Just me god and the crickets. Baked potato on the coals and reading A Christmas Carol. Most have only seen the movie, but the book and original illustrations, the work of brilliance. I'm all alone tonight, yet nit the least bit lonely.
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