Thursday, November 27, 2003
Eastern Lights

I've written a lot about the Northern Lights, which I have yet to see in these climes; yet nearly every morning I'm greeted by an ordinary miracle no less spectacular.
This morning's, above, isn't the best I've seen, yet I'm thankful that I see any at all, life itself being what it is. The gift of a few moments in eternity.
Here's what I wrote about the same subject a year ago. One brief year later, the meaning carries. Love those links.
See ya on the road.
Thanksdrinking, etc.

If you're in Toronto tonight, go down to the Hooch, 817 Queens W., and dig Venice Cameron, about whom I have written before. Highly recommended.