Lights shining throughout the neighborhood!  Brilliant colorful shows of lighted gardens flash like firecracker plants!  Tiny row of icicle whites dripping from houses.  The lights on my tree in the dark room.  All of these are symbols of hope and love in the dark times and long nights.

The woman who lost her husband less than a week ago whispers jokes to me during the meeting and we get glares as we giggle and shake.  A daughter with her dying dad wishes me a bright holiday.  Brief visits with comings and goings I crystalize the precious moments being filled up.

Overflowing comes naturally when every tiny blade of grass sings a brilliant existence.  Hurray for my decision to come to this beautiful planet with delightful souls, huge tree-kinfolk, stars and the night to see them by.