There’s no moon out here tonight. It seems almost pitch black — and that feels appropriate.
Because of the street lights and porch lights of my quiet suburban street, the sky looks totally dark from my front porch. I know there are no clouds tonight, though, so the stars have to be there.
The glow of all these dim ambient lights covers up the pinpricks which represent a million burning infernos of light and heat in the distance.
But the light and heat of those stars seem impossibly far away right now. As much as I wish I could feel the heat and see the light, my heart feels the cold distance and knows that it reflects the emptiness of my heart — and the distance between my cold heart and warm love.
I touched real love a little while ago. Just for a moment. It was an accident. But I touched it for a moment — and it was warm and bright and colorful — yet it was just an illusion that I could not hold onto.
But that brief touch has me looking for light and warmth as I sit alone in the darkness after midnight.
My heart needs to know where love is now.

This week marks 15 years for a website that has evolved wildly
Maturity asked me to learn that I’d never win certain arguments
Who was this attractive woman? Why did her story not ring true?
Free tires for a stranger? We forget all the people doing good
Well, if you really want to know, this is what I’m still looking for
Global warming or a new ice age? Anyone who claims to know is lying
Love & Hope — Episode 12:
500 years after Luther’s 95 theses, there’s still not much to celebrate