Goodnight

On a night as beautiful as this, who could feel alone? A circle of friends are the stars, shining down with earnest remembrance of my better qualities. The howling wind is only playing; Winter is gone now with his encompassing dark and can't be summoned again from the long dream he has embarked on. Spring clings gallantly to the self-assured figure of an Ares ram, and the earth peers wistfully at Libra, sighing in beautiful flowers. Work has set things in motion again; I feel a rush almost at the openness and release activity will bring.

I'll feel sadness again, there are things left undone, litter that needs collecting and composting. The newness of it all is frightening and exciting, and this moment of respite is well worth the struggle to embrace it all.