HOWLED

And over fields of snow you discover yourself in the light of a fireplace out in the woods. When the sun sets the stars above your head in perfect constellations you kneel down in admiration of the warmth in your face. If it’s natures’ womb or your own, if it’s the indispensable beauty of being whole, or half hearted doubting, it doesn’t matter. The stars are there, the sun too, and, I am lucky to have you here too.