The stars burn, sing and shout

Home again! Huge relief. Reliving the good in life. Live life again. Love again.
Love to live for the very first time. New again and again.
This is the one utterly and completely impossible thing to keep under my hat, to hide under a bushel, to fool myself into believing or pretending hasn’t happened.
As the Poet once said,

“Do the stars cowl themselves in darkness and doubt?”

Not bloody likely!
They burn, they sing and they shout

It’s what we are all about!!!