Enjoying the gray night sky, touched with traces of navy, feeling the first relief of a breeze since I don't know when, thinking about packing for my trip to see Jack Johnson's To the Sea tour tomorrow with friends at Sandstone in Kansas City...The light was leaving
in the west it was blue
The children's laughter sang
and skipping like the stones they threw
the voices echoed across the way...
it's getting late...
It was just another night
with the sunset
and the moonrise not so far behind
to give us just enough light
to lay down underneath the stars
listen to Papa's translations
of the stories across the sky...
we drew our own constellations.
~Jack Johnson
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