And I don't just mean because it could have been a lot worse and someone could have been really hurt, I also mean when something happens that shakes up your life you realize that your routine, and things like having a car to get to places whenever you want, make life so much simpler.
Now maybe having a car doesn't exactly count as a little thing, but there are some other things that do. Little things that are still important.
The moon. There is something about the moon that captivates me, pulls at me.
Do you feel it too?
The moon and a fire in the night. Those are little things that I love. They are wild and yet comforting.
Fall is my favorite season (even here in Arizona where it takes longer to get cool), but our new fire pit makes it even better. It recalls memories of camping, summer at the cabin, beach bonfires. I love cut-outs of moons and stars. I love smelling like smoke after sitting outside by the fire under the night sky. The crackle of the flames. Magic.