Night. The Moon's pouring silver right onto the windowsill. I'm sitting in a puddle of this light, and it feels like it's hugging me without arms. She doesn't ask why I can't sleep. Won't give advice. Just shining. Sometimes the best conversation is with someone who doesn't say a word. But by being here, he says: I'm here. You're not alone. Do you ever have those nighttime chats with the universe? 🌙