The stars finally came out last night. Orion peeked over the horizon to look down on the melting snow. Clouds came back at some point. It was dripping this morning.
At one point I heard a great horned owl. It called and called. I listened to it from my post in bed. It was too bad no one else heard it. Soon they will start to look for mates, next month even. They will be calling again.
My son woke up in the night. He stumbled about in a sleepy state before going back to sleep. He told me he loved me before he dozed off. I feel asleep smiling, if that is possible.
I have had some clear dreams recently. Bizarre, as one might expect from dreams. But last night I don’t remember any dreams. I slept or I woke. Perhaps I did not dream at all.
I woke before the sun, which is easy to do these days. It was almost 7:30 by the time the sun climbed over the ridge. I had thought I might run right then but got caught up in a morning with children. I ran later.
It was a good night. I slept enough and saw and heard good things. Let’s hope I get another one of those tonight. Happy Thanksgiving to all who read this.