At home

The new cold of an early autumn night flows across my cheeks kissing the tip of my nose as I sit silently. The canvas lawn chair is a bit tattered after another summer at the fire pit but it has just the right amount of recline to allow for stargazing. The night is clear, clean and crisp. The stars are bright. The fire crackling behind me has died down enough to keep it from dulling the sky view and the smell of the burning wood is calming. Orion has returned to its autumn home in the southwest sky. I feel at home.