I see my face in the mountain as it begins to fall, surely I will remember the adventures I took with grandpa as he told me of our family of rocks along the old creek. The rocks are now dust under my bare feet as I run up the trail trying to catch a glimpse of the super blood moon eclipse that only happened 3 times in my life. The dust has risen into the stars now that I have made it to the top of the mountain to see that big red moon on my 53 birthday. Is this it, I think, but there are other mountains and paths, one just only look to see. So we're to go from here or there I guess I just need to look at those ancestors of bright stars to guide me along life's endless seas.
