Last night for a while the moon was positioned at just the right place to shine through my bedroom window. I opened the window and pushed the curtains back. Moonlight came in and lay in a silvery swath across the bed and floor. Outside under its ghostly light, white irises bloomed in resplendent glory, purple violets dotted the yard, and the woods around my humble abode stirred, budding with green life and blooming redbud and dogwood. I was surrounded with beauty.

I lay down and slept under that pale silvery blanket of moonlight. I dropped off to sleep hearing a lone frog in the azalea bush outside my window make an occasional "beeep" and a brief serenade by a subdued mockingbird. Now and then I could hear wind sighing through the pine trees, otherwise the night was silent. I couldn't have been happier and more content if I were sleeping in a king's palace, in that tiny slice of perfect time.

susil