Crossing the Neches
The sun finally disappeared below the horizon.
The road ahead
Dark and solitary,
Broken only by the occasional
Shadowy silhouettes
Of forest residents
Intersecting with our intrusion
Into their domain.
Our pathway through the pines opens
And we cross the Neches River.
I strain my eyes
To see the water,
My attention is drawn upward
God has sewn sequins
In the night sky.
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