They could have rolled up their sleeves, taken down the tree. After all, the Three Wise Men had doggedly followed that star and finally arrived in Bethlehem. Christmas is over. But....
“The sun is shining. It’s lovely outside. Weather blizzard-weary northerners would kill for!”
There was still time for a hike. They took the longer rather than the shorter trail.
The Wiseguy assured the aged one that he could navigate back by the stars…...
But first, this spectacular sunset…..
The stars were out. She recognized Orion, though it still looks more like a Scottie dog than a hunter, just as it did, streeling home from school in four o’clock darkness, long ago.
“Watch out for potholes,” warned the Wiseguy.
“ Can’t see them, even if I look,” intoned the Crone, still gazing heavenwards.
Inky blackness all around, but higher up, lacey, long leaf pine silhouettes against the navy sky.
And higher still the stars.
“UFOs,” he said.
But even she is not that gullible.
“Small planes....” she said. “But why so many?”
Do they all have dates to dance with the stars?
It’s good to get out and dance along a trail under stars in the darkness.
Especially on a velvety Florida evening.
It puts things in perspective.
And calms the soul.
**Excuse me for going bananas in this post with pictures. For some reason, in it's contrariness, the computer has decided to let me upload photos. It may change it's mind tomorrow....so I have to upload while the uploading is good. Bear with me....