/ by Kevin Voegtlin

Your whole world shrinks within the flickering limits of your fire’s light, and yet the vastness of the black sky above, perforated by a million stars, forces you to contemplate the infinity of the universe.

 

Under the blazing stars

The Milky Way our ceiling above

The water runs, fire sears,

Music on a silent night.

 

 

-Eastern Sierras, August 2011