Goodnight Moon
Goodnight stars. Goodnight air. Goodnight noises everywhere.
And goodnight to the old lady whispering “hush”
This morning as the world around me awakened and temperatures hovered in the low twenties, the moon was just going to bed. Now it is my turn.
Goodnight Moon. Goodnight readers. Goodnight storytellers. Goodnight friends.
Hi David, Every night laying myself down to sleep I say good nights to my parents and my wife (all recently deceased), to my sons and grandchildren. Then to all my ancestors, to Barbara’s ancestors, and to all the sentient beings in my forest. I remember Barbara would read the book “Good Night Moon” to our grandchildren all those years ago. Somehow I imagine that same innocence and magic welling up in me. Yet now as an elder these ‘good nights have become sacred and holy.
Goodnight kittens, goodnight mittens, goodnight David.
Such a powerful photo. Thank you