Last night we had a bonfire on the beach. In an unusual weather pattern for Crescent City, the sky was crystal clear. Lacking light pollution to muddy it, the Milky Way spilled out over our heads and we watched as Orion rose in the south.

My uncles and I stared up at the night sky and pondered the arrogance of those who could believe we are the only beings in the universe. The fire crackled nearby, children starting campfire songs and demanding more marshmallows. The buoy sang its singular note to warn and guide the ships at sea and we stood perfectly still, yet tossed in our emotions at the feeling of great insignificance.

We're getting older the world's getting colder
For the life of me I don't know the reason why
Maybe it's livin' making us give in
Hearts rolling in taken back on the tide
We're balanced together ocean upon the sky

Another night in this strange town
Moonlight holding me light as down
Voice of confusion inside of me
Just begging to go back where I'm free
Feels like I'm through
Then the old man's words are true

See the dog and butterfly
Up in the air he like to fly
Dog and butterfly, below she had to try
She roll back down to the warm soft
Ground with a little tear in her eye
She had to try, she had to try
Dog and butterfly