Skylight Nights
I sleep under a skylight. This can be both magical and annoying. Annoying when the thunderstorm hits and you wake to rain splashing on your face, annoying when the birds go crazy regularly at five in the morning and you just fell into sleep from a late night of painting. Magical too as the wind tosses the fuzzy trees above your head, magical when the skylight is closed and you can watch the thunderstorm light the night sky, magical when the full moon peeks through your window to splash moonlight on your face.
Last night was a toss and turn night, but it became a magical night too as I lay backwards in my bed with my feet propped to the skylight, studying the fuzzy stars--fuzzy because my glasses were off, when suddenly I saw a streak of light shoot across the sky. A falling star. My frown from discomfort instantly switched to a giant smile as I tossed my wish up to the sky and a prayer for Robbie per his mum's request. (I saw a falling star earlier this month too while I was out with my sisters in-laws and learned to toss a prayer up with a wish)
So for an evening that could have continued to be frustrating, I can thank that skylight for the evening show. Magical.
Last night was a toss and turn night, but it became a magical night too as I lay backwards in my bed with my feet propped to the skylight, studying the fuzzy stars--fuzzy because my glasses were off, when suddenly I saw a streak of light shoot across the sky. A falling star. My frown from discomfort instantly switched to a giant smile as I tossed my wish up to the sky and a prayer for Robbie per his mum's request. (I saw a falling star earlier this month too while I was out with my sisters in-laws and learned to toss a prayer up with a wish)
So for an evening that could have continued to be frustrating, I can thank that skylight for the evening show. Magical.
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