One of the perks of working graveyard is the silence. In the stillness of the night you get to be witness to the dimly lite magical moments of life...and death.
My latest and greatest "forest blog" got sidelined as my work took a hard left and veered off the mainline and shot down an old forgotten track. On the ride, I got to witness some dazzling things.
Things that have deeply touched my heart. Reaffirming why I do what I do. To be a quiet part of some amazing moments.
To share a whole gamut of tears with complete strangers.
As simple as just being in the right place at the right time, with the right cat.
And its very humbling to realize that a lot of people lately think wings are a natural part of my uniform...