Whitefish River find me in the moonlight

The trees, he said, and suddenly she was enraptured in her own daydream of towering sequoias, Spanish moss dangling from their branches, chiggers dancing freely within. It warmed her heart to have such fond thoughts, though they lasted no more than a moment. Moonstone thought for a moment about Grayday's question, only a bit unsure as to what he meant. Well, if you mean pictures like stories, then I suppose so. I think that there's more up there than we'll ever know, and we'd be fools to ignore it. Because sure, it was comfortable to think that one was safe down on earth, completely independent from the heavens above. It was comfortable, but it was absurd.

Moonstone looked at Grayday with her alice-blues and gave an encouraging grin. What do you think? she asked, knowing that her mystical fantasies weren't for everyone. Even growing up in a family of believers, she was often told that she reached just a bit too far with her practices and that her heart was just a little too wild for a girl her age. It was easy to say that they were wrong and that she was completely right in everything that she preached. Yes, it would have been a comfortable thing to say, but it was absurd.