This taken from the window in the room where I sit in the mornings. I love the moonlight- it fell through my window into big puddles on the bed and the floor this morning as I sipped my coffee and listened to the crickets. Then it became quiet and dark again. A moody moon.
When I wait for the coffee to brew I look out into the yard and see faint glows here and there- fireflies they must be, but they make me think of fairy stories.
A lyric I like from an Eric Bibb song, “Tall Cotton”:
My great-grandma told me, when I was young,
keep a song in your heart and the truth on your tongue and you’ll be walkin’, in tall cotton, all of your days.