I couldn’t sleep, so I got out of bed and pulled on yesterday’s clothes. Jon was sleeping, but Zinnia watched and waited for me to invite her to come. Downstairs I let Fate out of her crate and the three of us walked out into the moonlight.
The moon was waning but still bright enough to see by, light enough to throw shadows.
The sheep and donkeys gathered at the corner of the barn, curious and confused about why we were there. I followed my moonshadow down the hill toward the back pasture.
For once Zinnia showed no interest in swimming. She walked the fence with me while Fate kept an eye on the sheep. Through the trees, the steam was whispering a velvet song. It sounded the way water looks when it glides over the top of a rock.
I stopped and let the sound of the water do its work, softening my edges and quieting my mind.
Then I walked some more until the chill made me crave the warmth of Jon’s sleeping body. I sang “Moonshadow” all the way back.