The god cast a handful of seed silver-swirling across the night sky. And then they were the net of stars that catch our breath, our thoughts, our dreams, and leave us sleepless for wonder of the darkness beyond them. 

Look at the kingfisher

Look at the kingfisher. Don’t photograph it, don’t call your friends about it, don’t drop your phone as you try to snap or call about it, just look at it. There it is. There it is in front of you, there. It’s a kingfisher, there, for you. Look at it. Our eyes are not wide enough, our minds are not deep enough, to understand the sight of a kingfisher. So just look.