As I lie neath an early summertide planets-aligning eve of a celebration, silver shooting stars sparkle above the endless bridge of the cosmos ~ a bridge where those who have passed from earth before us stride, some of them children who run and shout in astral play, young and older couples with snowy crowns, people of all races, all ages, in reuniting bliss with loved ones, friends from their past, and pets with eyes of welcome, thousands of angels as bright as many Milky Ways on gold-gleamed chariots aflame with newly parted souls, escorting them to the entrance of the starry-blessed bridge to begin their heavenly journey walks. I dreamt in God's colors in rainbows arcing in glorious spectrums, synchronizing with music of hereafter coursing in my elder veins, delighting my psyche, and I recall in deepest sleep, memories of the goodness of many strangers, so pure and unbenighted. ~