A late spring, early evening walk in the Laughing Labyrinth. Quiet now that the children are home. But, filled with joy as fireflies twinkle. A glow in the west enhances the grey arrow-shaped cloud winging from the north. Stronger winds aloft than on the ground. And that is good. As subtle air bathes the walker – calm and assurance settle in. The full moon is yet to peer above the horizon but like agape sends light before it.
Two successive night walks have offered up clarity, and again, assurance, even if direction is not especially apparent. “Sleep on it.” OK.