i started to write a blog last night about the progress of my holiday preparations, and then i went outside to walk the puppies.
the sky was absolutely black, the moon a thin silver sliver. the stars glittered like magic dust. i stood and stared, until the cold glazed my cheeks and crept inside the crevices of my clothes, until nothing i thought i had to do seemed very important - or even very pressing - any more.
and furthermore, the war will end. blessed be.