I stand between them, looking this way and that, in awe, one of those few times I wish for a companion to share the joy. In time, a silvery shimmering landscape unfolds over the earth. The moon rises in all its glory.
It's light conversing. And it's enough.
Keep your eyes on the golden light. Keep your eyes on the moon. It's my brother Loren. Is he trying to tell me something? Maybe something about the beauty of the environment, and keeping it that way? Maybe about the resilience and faithfulness of the planet as it turns, turns, turns?
Sure the days are shorter, the nights longer and colder; winter is on its way. Today the light is gray. Still, the loved ones who are gone, whom we miss, are sending out their light. Is there anything more moving?