A night of rare beauty...

...and I decided to head out for a stroll around the block. This was my sixth lap today; the strength is building, so slowly.

The night sky is incredible. Clear save for some light clouds, despite the heavy glow inland the stars appear to be a million deep tonight, and you feel as if you can see every one. The ocean is calm, and the lights of a few small fishing boats rock in the gentle swells.

Some neighbor (don't know who) left a pot of fine-smelling stew at my doorstep. People just won't let go of me.

Wish I felt well enough to walk all through the beautiful night. I can't remember seeing one so fine here before.

So why -- aside from my current fragile condition -- do I feel simultaneously elated and sad? There is no "aside from;" all is part of all else. It's just the joy of existing in a gorgeous night-world, and the sadness of something I don't want to talk about.

All I can do is head off to sleep, and hope the next magic night like this one does not lack its key ingredient.