Dying Star
A star, our star, our source of life, glows with visible light.
Sometimes I must reconsider the subjective rules I set for myself when the boundaries are not wide enough to tell the unfolding story.
In every direction our universe is expanding. The distance between increases as we move through space and time. And, in time, a long time, our horizon will go dark, the night sky – empty. The stars will be past our view.
That I am here in this time, able to dance under a night sky filled with light, is a gift.
