Hello darkness, my old friend
I've come to talk with you again
Because a vision softly creeping
Left its seeds while I was sleeping
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence
~Paul Simon
We spent the weekend on top of the mountain at Crystal Lake. Camping out under the stars. Cool weather. Wind blowing through the trees. But this time the wind was different. It was an Autumn wind. Chestnut oak acorns fell from the trees. Believe me, you don't want to get hit with one of those! They are about 2" long.
I sat out at night, staring at the stars. The Milky Way swept across the sky above us. I didn't want to come back down. Never do. It clears the cobwebs of my mind. I love it up there. Being surrounded by trees. And darkness. Like going home to old friends.
Until next time.....
