Vacationing in the “deep south,” Brisben, New York, enjoying a vacation from my ordinary lifestyle. We’re here in the woods, just outside of town, and I never quite realized how much closer the stars are here in Brisben, New York. I almost touched them, last night when the dog and I went out to check out the evening air (and find his dutiful spot in the deep deep snow). I wish I could have pictured it, but had chosen no equipment to bring, and I don’t think I could quite capture this beauty, the way I could see it with my eyes. Each constellation stuck out brilliantly (Orion is my favorite, perhaps because he is always so obvious!), and I felt “mad” with excitement. Only the bitter bitter cold kept me from staying out of doors (the slated -29, although not confirmed at that particular moment, kept me and the dog at bay and in by the noisy coal stove), donned in my finest flannel, my big purple boots that belong in a museum (they are so old), and warm down coat.
I guess Ralph Waldo would be/could be proud of his student here, instead of writing (which I’m doing now because of that “need to share”), I just took part with the nature, which is his intention that every person become a true part of the nature, hence, nourishing the soul.