I could hear the moon
Through my window, four am
Party in the woods.
Art Prescription: As the full moon shone brightly through my sleepless window, I couldn’t help but think about mice having a picnic under yellow glow.
Wonder if thinking about mice at four am is a consequence or cause of insomnia?
Quite a lovely scene: tiny Journal:
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Insomnia is the worst, but you made the best of it, Beverly. Your tiny book is terrific!
I’m enjoying it!
I was awake at 4 am too…I like the idea of the mice having a party.