The only warm place was next to the fire in the campground’s shelter.  While my left side warms up, I talk to the person sitting across from.  When we both decide we’re too warm, we switch spots-I warm up my right side, her the left.  She tells me she wishes she could be turned like a rotisserie chicken, evening out the warmth.  This is what happens when rain invades camping weekend.

As we were getting ready to go to bed, the sky cleared completely, revealing the night sky of rural Iowa and its bazillion stars.  I walked far enough away from the lights of the shelter and looked up until my neck was sore.    It made me feel very small.   I told Diene his family was looking at the very same night sky halfway around the world.  That made me feel very connected.

I am grateful for the night sky and the shooting star it gave me.  I fully expect my wish to come true any day now.