The moon has been so bright the last few nights that it shines in our west-facing bedroom like a spotlight.
Every night, the moon rises one hour later. So the time the moon shines in our window has gotten progressively later. The last few nights, we’ve awakened when the moon hit the window at just after midnight, then 1:30 and so on. Last night I woke up at 3:45 and got up to pee, which is fairly usual for me. When I came back to bed, David was sitting on the side of the bed, which is very unusual. He gave me a bright-eyed look and said “time to get up?”
Um no, I told him. I realized the room was so bright from the moon it could look like sunrise. It’s not even four o’clock yet.
Oh good, he says, lays down and promptly goes back to sleep. If he was ever really awake at all.
I was awake for a while, watching the mooon shine in. I inherited the family gene for fretting in the middle of the night. Fortunately I don’t do it often, or for very long.
Having the moon there comforted me.
When we got up to the alarm call at six, the moon still hung there, just setting as the sun rose.
Soon it was gone and the day belonged entirely to the sun.