I awoke to a dark sky and frost covered landscape, confirming, in spite of delightful fall we had this year, that the winter is, indeed, on its way. Sigh.
After getting the day’s things together and emptying the contents of the preschool’s sandbox from the inside of my daughter’s mittens, I helped her into the car seat, and we left in the predawn light. I pointed out to her the setting harvest moon just above the west horizon.
“Ohhh.” She put her mitten-covered hands to her face. “It’s beautiful. The Moon is saying ‘Hi’ to me.”
“And, look!” she went on, “There’s Little Star and all her friends.”
Indeed, Orion was bright chasing his prey across the brilliant blue-black sky.
She laughed, “Mama, the moon is tickling the car!”
“I think he is wishing you a very nice day.” I said.
“Yes. And look, mama, the moon and the stars are following us to school.”
She was quiet as she twisted and turned in her car seat to get a better look at the setting nighttime sky.
“Mama, I am SOOO happy about the Moon and the Stars. They are beautiful.”
“So am I. So am I.” I smiled.
Perhaps the shorter days and early mornings without the sun aren’t such a bad thing after all.