For the play between made and found, old and new, chance and plan. For how things bound to this earth—the things I can touch—release the things bound inside my head and heart. For what can be done (say, with the newsprint ads that show up, unbidden, at my front door every week.)
For the fact that at night often people gather together to sing and make music. For the image in my head of the satellite picture that could capture the glow of this in a dark world. For the chance to be in one of those glowing places tonight.