In the trajectory of this planet through space-time from violent birth to violent death we enjoy this season during which the innumerable environmental variables are temporarily hospitable to life such as us. The complex motion of this planet has turned me away from the nearby star we orbit, blocking the relentless radiation of heat and light so that I could, were I so inclined, step out into the cool shadow we call night and see other more distant stars filling the sky. But instead I am hiding inside the box I call a house, nestled in this soft bed, blinking into the artificial light of this bright phone, tapping into it symbols that attempt to capture my pondering such an accord I share with the spheres. And it's like that with us, too. From violent birth to violent death, orbiting each other through cycles of light and dark. Turning toward you is warm and bright, blinding me to all the lesser stars. Ride this rolling world with me. Lets make the most of this season we have, temporarily hospitable to life. Reaching out for you, I would pull you close and watch the entire metaphor collapse into sensual singularity under the cover of these warm blankets. The universe is expanding and cooling. Quick, let's make love while there's still time.