Seeing Stars

With the darkness of winter, a cold and cough that will not let go, and the sad death of actor, Philip Seymour Hoffman I have been thinking about aging, illness, death and dying. Not necessarily morbid but definitely in a serious way.

Then a gift; finding this quote--and excerpt of a poem -by British poet Sarah Williams:

I have loved the stars too fondly

to be fearful of the night.