My only hint of the world we live in were a few slow moving satellites sneaking though the stars. I wasn't sure how it was that I was so fortunate to be lying on this mountain on such a night, beneath a mountain sky so beautiful. It reaffirmed my belief that the best of this life cannot be earned, but is given freely, to those who are watching close. In tone and aspect the scene was one of the most desolate I ever beheld. Journal Life 'Life starts the fire.
Love fans the flame. . . .