“Lightening Bugs On Steroids”

Last night we did something magical. Something I’d heard of for about seven or more years. Something I’d tried to go to more than once. Finally, the invitation landed into my in-box when all the stars were aligned. And this was a night for stars. Perhaps I’m...

More Winter Wonder Walk

  Winter. She is the finer artist.   For her palette, no adornment of leaf. No riches of color. She must etch frozen earth, burn glow of sun onto naked fingerling branches.   Some, self-concerned, are blind to her beauty. Trite, yes, but beauty is in...