I let the sky be my tent tonight, a sparkle-filled indigo field like a Star Trek transporter. I swirl the stars with my mind as my body says, "Energize!".
My destination: points of light, any one of which could be a hive of beings living, working, playing in a mirror of the musings originating from the sleeping bag in which I lay.
Rolling over to feed my notebook, a firefly insists on sharing my pen. Among his friends gathered about my flashlight is a dragonfly twisting and turning its head in a display of 360 degree impossibility.
"Do it again!", say my wide eyes, then I'm shushed by a distant Canis howl. The trees carry its magic to me like a powerful totem, making me wary, reaffirming our instinctual similarities.
Relaxing, I smile goodnight to its echo, shoo the Insecta from their little electric campfire, and turn my face again to the Universe while whispers from a nearby stream provide a soundtrack to twinkling above.
Gentle air pulls its blanket over me, while scent of earth and pine send me dreaming of cosmic fireflies, blinking their lullaby in rhythm to the ecosystem powered by my heart.