But the moon tonight is very bright and the stars are out. What brought me from my bed on this October night was the sound of owls. I step outside on my deck to listen and to see and all around me they call to one another, so high up in the trees, such a gentle sound.
Owls hooting, moonlight bright as day, stars across the sky. What is there about owls, insisting in the night that I come from my bed to hear them. It's as though they whisper to me then disappear, leaving me in wonder.