Like a wide wake, rippling
Infinitely into the distance, everything
That ever was still is, somewhere...
~ Tracy K. Smith from "Everything That Ever Was" in LIFE ON MARS
All around me the precious quiet of evening and the pungent smell of hay in the air. Above me the starry sky. Such a sweet inner peace fills me and gently takes possession of every fiber of my whole being and existence. And one surrenders to her, great Mother Nature, fully and completely and without reservation, and says with open arms, "Take me."