I am throwing wish pennies into the deep end of the sea. Casting the net to gather my cares–to send them off to some unknown somewhere. The moon will be around soon enough to make the night a new kind of anywhere.
Where fireflies wait for just the right time to dance around the very dreams we save for times such as these.
Cautious winter grows tired of waiting and in her rush to judgment, causes all to take notice and complain. But when night–a moody, tempestuous siren–drops her guard briefly to let in small light, she becomes beyond bearable to all who will stand beneath her stars.
Here is where those pennies hit their mark–creating something that resembles a miracle.
Here is that elusive now. Where our breath retreats and eyes widen to behold something once thought to be impossible–shining within us all.