Last night, when the wind picked up, promising heat and dryness and itching skin and crunchy nose today, I stepped outside to look at it.  I saw clear air and shiny leaves and the tiniest Pleiades ever…but it was the Pleiades…in Southern California…a rare sight indeed.  I was floored.  And I was grateful.

It’s the tiny things.

The tiny things represent big things.  The tiny accumulate into big.

A lot of crap and exhaustion and stress today.  But…I saw the Pleiades.