Black night in winter…so cold and clear your hands sting, grow numb; puffs of foggy breath cloud your vision. the quietly vigilant, shyly meddling moon winks, casting a teasing mother’s smile down upon her children-all those that seek her comfort and counsel. Heads tilted back in reverential wonder, we gaze up at her gentle, glowing face, feel her tender nimbus, her indulgent re-assurance. Sharp stars pierce, rend the Stygian velvet with sparkling, haughty brilliance…jesters of the sky, every twinkle a giggle, a smirking laugh, a somber probing question. Just one person (standing solemnly, arms raised victoriously in an Elysian embrace) could feel communion, a tethered connection with these luminous hosts who entertain our hopes, our faith, our imaginations; who diffuse our germinating essence like loose seeds throughout the endless, timeless,spinning cosmos.