Wednesday, February 12, 2025, 3.4*
Luna brings her light to my window unaware insomnolence is already here. The three of us, perhaps a wolf or two could walk for miles in search of sleep. I closed the book when I realized I didn’t know what I’d been reading.
On nights like this many years past in another Maine town, when we were much younger, we’d put on down parkas and the rest of our winter gear, leash four dogs, walk for hours with Luna, her light bouncing off snow and ice. Most homes were dark. We never saw people. No dogs barked. Our world for the night.
With a whisper from Mariah snow rises from branches, apparitions of beings vanishing.
"Above all else, guard your heart,
for everything you do flows from it."
Proverbs 4:23
Photo: LJ Austin
