Stars witnessed and witnessing..


…the religion of the heart is as intimate as a wish breathed to the night sky…

Source: John Geddes, A Familiar Rain

Photo: Alex Grichenko

Inky’s Take: Conversations in the night air, wrapped against the creeping autumn chill, a warm mug steaming beneath your lips, warmth for quiet murmurs of secrets and revelations, soft laughter, and then silence, comforting and comfortable, as the world spins; the stars witnessed and witnessing.

It’s why there’s a wrap around porch on my house completed with many sturdy rockers.  And why, always brewing for the ones who stop by, there’s coffee, and a flask of whiskey for those who feel the chill.