these little gifts.

by Joanna

Tonight I rode my red vintage bicycle down the dark lane, pedaling against the cool breeze.  I looked up.  The night sky was dotted with stars and the crescent moon was yellow rather than silver.  For the first time in two weeks I noticed the beauty of a seemingly simple thing. I breathed a prayer of thanks for such a simple but profound gift – the reminder that all the silly stuff we deal with in this life will soon be over and that it is really incredibly insignificant in the grand scheme of things, anyway.