How precious is your steadfast love, O God! All people may take refuge in the shadow of your wings. They feast on the abundance of your house, and you give them drink from the river of your delights. For with you is the fountain of life; in your light we see light. (Psalm 36: 7-9)

I enjoy night time walks, mostly looking up at the sweep of stars.

There is a path: through the meadow to the windmill, sharp left down the hill, through the fencerow to the road, follow the rock wall, stay in the middle of the road to avoid the puddles.

I do not deviate from the path, except occasionally along the last quarter mile. From this stretch of path I can see the lights of our house. Because of the light I can explore where there is no path and still arrive safely at my destination.

Above is Number 8 by Mark Rothko.