It was a good luck kind of day.

For the first part of the day, I enjoyed working outside for the most of the morning and afternoon.  Good work.

But at one point, I decided to lay down on the ground and soak in the warmth and the glow of the day.  I laid there, very still, and contemplated the light of the sun, reaching my skin, from 92,960,000 miles away.  The implications of this magnificent postulation are astronomical.

And then late this afternoon, the good luck continued, in that we got to spend time with a couple of our favorite guys.

We played.  It was a Gator riding, bon firing, muddy hiking, rock finding, fish feeding, game playing, snake fighting, movie watching, pizza eating melee.

Needless to say.  We had a great time.

The movie of choice tonight… Horton Hears a Who.

If you don’t know the story… it is about an entire civilization, existing on a speck of dust, which resides on a small flower…  which Horton the Elephant finds.  Horton carried the flower with his trunk, trying to find a safe place for the speck… the planet… the civilization of those tiny Who’s……  to live and reside.

The implications of this magnificent postulation are astronomical.

I felt the potential of being extremely small… or extremely large… at the very same time.

And then I remembered what I saw out on the hill today, when we were hiking with the boys.  I think it was the  Whoville Speck.

I’ve been outside with a flashlight looking ever since…. and ….. can’t find it.  I guess I will never know.

And. Now… I can’t sleep.

“We don’t exist unless we are deeply and sensually in touch with that which can be touched but not known.”   – D.H. Lawrence