WAKE UP PEOPLE
What smart choices
can we make for our bodies?
GRACE
GRACE
The sun had set and I was looking out from our hill across the salt marsh to the houses silhouetted against Buzzard’s Bay and the fading pinks of the sky. The last house out along
I went back inside to clean up dishes. As I was settling down to rest, my husband walked in, back from getting ice cream at Somerset Creamery with the kids. He commented on how brilliant the night’s stars appeared, “You can see them right down to the horizon.” Stepping out onto the driveway and looking up, I was drawn to the most obvious constellation in the sky – Cassiopeia – the “W” that forms Cassiopeia’s Chair. I climbed up to the hill to lie in the grass and look up at the Milky Way. Beautiful! A shooting star blinked by overhead, heading North. Winds from the distant hurricane Earl whipped in from the bay. I was chilled after five minutes, so I retreated back inside, tired and ready for bed. Around 1:30 early the next morning, conversation and laughter drifted up from the air vents and woke me. My husband Dean was sound asleep at my side. I got quietly out of bed and went downstairs to shush the kids. Opening the door to their room, I found the four of them wide awake sitting around the Monopoly board in the center of the floor. I piped in, “Can you please keep it down? And, hey, if you want to go to the car show with Grumpa tomorrow, you may want to get some sleep soon.” They vaguely acknowledged my message, as I shut the door and returned up to bed. Night owls! Two hours later I had a vivid dream. My son’s voice spoke behind the image of my Twitter avatar, Hoot. Another night owl. My son’s voice simply said, “We’re going to the We’re going to the
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