And The Moon Don't Care

I had a weird and sleepless night last night. The wind was howling through a nearby radio tower making a terrible racket. It wouldn't have been that bad, really, except that I let my dog out earlier expecting her to come back and want in. Well she didn't so I went to bed. At about 3:00 am, bless her heart, she began protecting us from the sound of the wind. I got up and tried to get her to come in but she just stayed in the front yard, guarding. The noise was eerily accompanied by a landscape lit by the bright moon above. It was a moment to remember. Even at that I am vexed over the dreams I've missed. So here I sit, blurry eyed and fog brained with a busy and unpredictable day ahead. And the moon don't care.


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