At night, there is something magical awaiting everyone. It's also impossible to put into words.
It happens when they walk out of their space of rest in the middle hours of the dark night to find a silent land with a starry sky.
If they are lucky or well-planned, the moon will have not yet risen or perhaps already set over the valley hills.
Shooting stars, the thickening galaxy belt of the Milky Way, the barn owl that perches over our 104° F creek pool. They will hear the sound of fox and deer and turkey and swan. They will see steam rise under starlight and hear nothing and everything all at once.
They will be the only human at that moment rotating in this galaxy to experience it. Rarely will they even try to explain it.
Every night this happens to someone. Even tonight.
