Monday, January 16, 2012
A Starry Night
It was a starry night.
A night to get away, but not faraway.
A night for camping.
And we were not alone.
We had our books and lanterns, the comfiest pillows, the coziest blankets, some courage, some daring. We had the song of the owls, the chill of coyotes bantering and taunting.
Maria, Max, and Natalie, the bravest adventurers, alone together, under the stars. The moon rose and arced across the night, and the clouds moved in. We slept close to one another, peeking out from our blankets. We could not find the tent-fly, so we had a wide view of the sky above.
Which was nice, until dawn, when it began to lightly mist, then drizzle. So in the faint, blue light, we made multiple dashes into the house, bringing all the coziness we could carry. And one owl, the big horned owl, from his perch on the roof, watched us scurry, like mice. And then the night was gone, and he flew home.