Tonight, while out on the deck admiring the early spring evening and smoking my cigar, I poured a glass of George T Stagg. After one sip the skys suddenly parted to reveal a single star. It was unusual as the rest of the sky was covered in dense clouds. The star said to me, "Jeff, partake of the Stagg and the smoke and rejoice." So I did. Suddenly two white birds began to fly in a spring mating dance that said new life is on order soon. As they faded into eternity my star was lost to the clouds, but for another to take its place. This one said, "fear not, for your star has sent word to me to watch over and protect you. All is well." Just then a white rabbit came near my seat with no fear, and my dog sat patiently. It was as if, for a moment, all was right with the world. As I ended my time with nature my guardian star faded away, only to reveal a glimpse of its original brother, telling me to go boldly into the comming days, for I am not alone.