the moon

I sat near the window at 6 am. A waning crescent was there waiting for me. It, shining alone in the dark sky, and me, quietly alone in a dark room. It’s Christmas, and here I am 70 years later, me and the wonderful moon. 

I went to church last night and the choir sang Silent Night as I walked back to my seat from communion… and there, in that moment, was the true meaning of Christmas…

Merry Christmas to all of you… I wish you the day you imagine xo