It’s Thanksgiving night, and a warm night for New England. I walked through the empty park under the full moon. The street lights in the park lit the walkways, and seemed too harsh against the gentle glow of the moon. I spoke out loud to myself, “I wish the street lights would go out.”
A second later the street light ahead of me went out, and a few seconds after that the next one down the walkway went out too. I walked under the enchanting light of the full moon as I left the park.
There are times when coincidence and magic kiss. I think that God is speaking in these spaces.
Phil Wyman: Dim Saesneg 