Last night our family stretched out on a blanket in the yard and watched for falling stars. Some were brilliant with long-fiery tails; others were vague wisps that briefly illuminated the darkness. I was trying to make a wish but they were too quick for me. It was a tad too cool but otherwise the night just felt right.
It reminded me of a Bing Crosby song my mom used to sing when I was little:
Oh would you like to swing on a star
carry moonbeams home in a jar
and be better off than you are
or would you rather be a fish?
Signing off now, I think, for over a week of sun, fun, hugs and relaxation. Ahhhhhhhhhh.
2 comments:
Enjoy, my dear! :)
I know that song :p
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