Milky Way

Floating in the hot tub after moonset, the stars sharp as knife points, the faint trail of the milky way smeared across the sky, the creek hissing, the faintest breeze stirring the leaves. Bliss

I know how lucky I am, how decadently luxurious this life is. How can anyone ever 'deserve' this? Logically, morally, honestly, I can't, I don't. And yet, here I am.

All I can do is share it all freely and never take any of it for granted. All I can do is give thanks and try in some inadequate way to pay it all forward.