The lights

It is nighttime, and we have chosen to spend a few days where we are. We are in a small clearing in the middle of a large open space between the mountains. Much like the horses I am skittish. I worry about us, our food supply, our safety, our very future. A little while ago, the family gravitated to the fire, just to watch the show the sky was putting on for us. I watched them all.The little ones and even their parents had a sense of wander, of awe, and a sense of belonging that created an air of peace that was undeniable. It made me think far into the future, to you, of who you are, and of how this all turned out, and I realized for the first time  my place in the world. It is here, in this clearing, under these lights, and yes feeling these tremors. It is my calling to lead my family into the future, to the distant horizon. I looked to the sky, not to cringe in fear, but to appreciate what was there, a glorious kaeidoscope of color, formed against all the stars in the heavens, held the hand of Rose, my beloved wife, glanced at my family, and for tonight, I am at peace.  Come what may, we will survive.