Lying in my bed, the duvet lies loose over my body and only half covers my legs. The cumbersome boot keeps my right foot warm. I lie awake as the many thoughts pass through my mind behind my tired eyes. I look through my window the blinds deliberately left open, so that I might gaze at the moon, full and mellow. The blinds and the moon are in cahoots as they cast shadows on the wall. Stripes. The light of the moon is not so sharp but warm and glowing. It brings hope. It brings warmth somehow with its special hue. My window is open wide. The neighbour’s cat is having a very late chat with a compadre further down the row of houses. Perhaps discussing the news of the world or simply the status of the local birds’ nests. Its hard to tell by their tone what they are jabbering on about.
Time passes…slowly.
The night progresses in its own tempo.
The night sky creeps off to another corner of the world and morning makes its entrance.
Another day …
My thoughts are mixed up and jumbled.
The alarm chimes.
Voices outside on their way to school.
Summer holidays start in a days time. Excitement in the air.
We have a witch or two to burn tonight. Sankt Hans..