It is in the dark of night
by this warm fire
I look up.

These stars are endless I think,
like staring into the eyes of a lover.

I track a satellite
which I cannot see when I stare right at it,
but shifting my gaze to the side,
follow its path across heavens heart.

What will it take to track my love across the universe?
Must I avert my eyes from my heart to know where it leads?

Flames and wood crackle,
their own starry explosions of liberated carbon
floating above
warming my bones and toasty toes.

I'm not alone in this universe - that is a for sure statement.
So while I feel close to humanity in sharing our essential humanness,
I feel alone or lonely in this star filled night.

I wanted to be with a lover but this night,
too busy with her own life to think of me and what I need, want and desire.
Ha, I am so shallow a fellow of a man though . . .
I always think I know what I want yet in the end my action is louder
than the tears of lonely man's heart can ever be.

David McCullough
April 18, 2009

This house is across the road from the house where I live. It is one of three houses on my family Ridge Ranch. It was built approximately in the 1860's, probably after the Civil war. This was estimated when the couple who live there moved in about 1972 and in the process removed newspapers that had been tacked to the walls for insulation. Some of the interior boards are old growth redwood more than 2 inches thick and almost two feet wide. Give the cost of Redwood these days . . . that is amazing.