…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.