Waxing Crescent

As the days draw longer, I enjoy my evening walk more. On Monday I strolled along the edge of Cymbeline Meadows towards the sunset, to catch sight of the moon, waxing crescent as it rose. I respect the older trees; here long before me, here long after me, their constancy reassures me.


A Comforting Thought

It’ll be a while until I sleep through the night again, but tonight the silence of solitude is a welcome blanket