Last night was very much unexpectedly dreamy. In all my years of living on the shore I’ve never fallen asleep with the infinite dark sky as my ceiling and the crashing waves as my lullaby, and my wild cough aside, it was perfect. I think what added to the blissful night were the laughter and song of people I still do not yet know (fully) but have come to love from a secret place in my heart. And the shooting stars didn’t hurt either. Oh, it was the first time I saw a shooting star.
Everything, from the dark outlines of people dancing and laughing against the faint yet live lights of NYC to gathering warmth in heaps of sleeping bags and sand and tangled hair and arms and feet… made me marvel at the goodness of God. How beautifully He painted the night for us.
