Sometimes the best moments happen when they are unplanned. With the moistures of Hurricane Irma hanging still in the northeastern sky and the threat of Hurricane Jose lurking behind, I couldn’t dream of a clear night-sky. Yet, I drove to my favorite spot, an hour south of Atlanta towards Augusta. It is such a surreal feeling to sit by the lake at night counting stars. I don’t know why this lake is called Boyle Murder lake but it certainly is more prettier than it’s name. Had me wondering all night long.