Heroes Not Zombies

At this time of year, at this time of day, I’ll step outside to close the pale blue wooden shutters on the windows of my south facing Charentaise house and I’ll look up at the sky.

Just after the sun has sunk below the horizon the darkening sky glows pale pinks, oranges and tobacco at the edges, and just above the old wall, to the side of the spreading mulberry tree, I see a crescent moon and Venus shining brightly.

I pause. I gaze. I breathe. I delight. I wonder.

Thank you.

Thank you for this universe, for this Earth, for this Life. All always filled with wonder.