“Bring the moon over the meadows
As you settle down the sun,
And we’ll go dancing with the dark,
Racing the rivers where they run.
For the heart always needs places
No-one else knows that you are,
So you may sew yourself anew
Beneath a blanket made of stars.
Then in the morning like all rivers
We’ll find our footprints by the sea,
And at last you will be you
And I finally feel like me.”
“…as long as I can walk up the trail behind the house, or as long as I can go out into the yard and look up at the stars, I’ll never be unhappy, never. Not just count my blessings, but shout them.”
-Rick Bass, Winter (notes from Montana)