on the plane ride, the moon chased us, it's light bouncing along around the river bends. 

in the cold of the morning, the sky was softly aglow with the new day's light, chasing away the dark.

next to the wheat field, the northern lights teased us, inviting us back to watch the undulating colors of the night. 

and nashville turned red-gold, clouds silhouetted against a blue purple sky. 

then that one star... it stayed right there. constant and bright.