Lights on the Horizon

There were lots of fishing boats out last night.

Late, right before going to bed, after an evening of work, I paused to listen to the waves, the fog horn, all the sounds that help me remember that the world's urgency is not what it is about.

Out on the horizon there were a whole bunch of lights.

It is not usually like that. Most nights, there is one - maybe two - reminders that way out there in the darkness there are brave human beings.

Last night there were a whole bunch of lights scattered across the horizon.