There’s too much to think about and the moon is too bright. I should not have watched the beginning of Wuthering Heights before bed! Now I am wide awake wandering the moor as Harry sleeps soundly.
Today I swun the boys under purple budded branches and over a carpet of emerald moss. I felt like I was there in Yorkshire, the earth still barren and frozen, just waiting for a warm breath of Spring to stir it to life. I feel a bit the same way.
We’re supposed to be able to see the northern lights tonight. There is cloud cover in the north but I am imagining them dancing above our house. Maybe it will help lull me back to sleep for what is left of the night.
Painting from Yorkshire by Gordon Home
Quote from The Highwayman by Alfred Noyes