Wonders Abound

At 2 a.m. the room was so bright, I thought it was time to get up. Clouds whitewashed the sky, reflecting and expanding the light of the almost-full moon. The world outside the windows looked like a field of frost, and all the furnishings of our enchanted house were pearly and lustrous. Inanimate objects were shining, on the cusp of whispering. A spell had been cast; nothing was ordinary anymore.

I lay in bed and drifted back to sleep as the moonlight filled me up, but I was still infused with magic hours later. I sipped my coffee and watched the silvery glimmer of a new morning emerging. Veils of fog were swirling about the hills, and the light and color kept shifting, forming different patterns of radiance and hue, and I couldn’t wait to go outside.

“You’re more wound up than usual,” Monte said.