My eyes are always drawn to that patch of sky, thru that one arch.

I have never seen a dark cloud there. The stars shine, the moon just visible to the right.

When I am away from my window, I need only close my eyes to see it again.

I am no artist nor poet to do it justice. So it stays with me alone.

I have lost track of hours spent staring at that view.

Tomorrow I will finally walk thru that arch, toward that patch of sky, as the moon rises.

A fitting portal to the next world.

(Picture taken by a Facebook friend, Steve Odinson, whilst on holiday.)