A glimpse inside my life and writing by Peter Patrick Langella
Wednesday, January 30, 2013
It's happens every January, and it makes me feel alive every time I see it. There's just something about it hanging there, bigger than it normally appears, shining down on me. It almost pulses with energy. I stared at it for quite a while this time, trying to suck in some of its energy. I figure if I store up enough, I can use some to fuel my writing on those nights when I'm running on fumes. It's free, too. Amazing!