Midnight calls. A cool breeze hugs me, whispering, welcome, and the indigo navy sky says hello. A fat white contrail squirming down the sky's middle is losing its grip, reflecting a silver waxing moon a few inches away. The moonseas are clear and calm, perfect for a sailing day. Minute white, yellow and blue eyes gaze down at me. Who's out there, I wonder, watching us and wondering, who's out there?
Causes Michael Seidel Supports
Kiva, Women's International League for Peace and Freedom, Propublica.org, Doctors Without Borders, GreaterGood.com