Through the door, I watched our little female possum, Noelle, as she ate her supper tonight. Her pouch hung quite low, touching the tips of the wet grass. I remarked on this and my wife said with large eyes, “We can’t have a bunch of baby possums running around here!” And I responded, “Well, why not?” Tomorrow I am leaving to go on a holy pilgrimage, one that I have been contemplating for quite some time. I haven’t decided yet, but I may write about it when I return. The night is heavy now, and so are my eyes, and so is my heart. And the darkness always passes……