Clouds blowing over the hill as if being spewn from the erupting cauldron that isn't there, I wait for a glimpse of the moon, that voluminous disk of silver white light shining behind the smoke and mist that moves so smoothly as the harsh wind jerks past teasing, hiding, then shining bright only for a moments' glance.
"Don't blink." the stars sing out, some familiar from a time and place long ago. New patterns, to learn and befriend are thrown onto the expanse of blue-black canvas that is framed by smooth dragon backed hills and chopped up lights of the city showing me I am in a new place.
The length of this day...what a day it has been, fierce wind pounding at the walls, rain charging like a battering ram against the walls of a castle, while inside, away from the tempest, we are in another time and place...a battle of long ago, thanks to a book that takes us away, holding us spell-bound in a different storm, giving us noble thoughts and an aching heart, longing for Good to win. "Does he ride Midnight? Does Nana die?"
I know but do not tell. To do so would be thievery of the moment, of which I want no part.
"The Chestry Oak" by Kate Seredy is one of my favorite books and I am just now sharing it with my children. Miss A has already deemed it one for her shelf, which is a solid sign of heart felt approval.
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