I am writing this article while on my swing.
Facing east, looking at the moon.
The bright moon rising above the mountain.
The giant Saguaro Cactus silhouetted against its brilliance.
I can hear the dogs barking from afar.
I hear the sounds of cars passing by.
I hear the screeching of tires.
I hear the sound of the crickets.
As the moon goes up away from the mountain.
I tried looking at the west.
I saw this sight.
It’s a promising peaceful night.
I just wish it’s restful too.
But I usually sleep light.
I monitor my girls who are in their class.
I only sleep tight once they are home.
I wish my girls could see you too.
One day soon.
We will all say Goodnight Moon.