Serious moonlight

Stumbled over dampened grass to the cricket pitch on the green at about 10.30pm to walk the dogs before bed. Half moon, some clouds, and stars, always stars. I understood the appeal of white gardens (Sissinghurst) and white dogs (Bean) because they illuminate. I still stop and look for the Big Dipper. I still marvel with gratitude. Not a soul out. Two cars ambled by. The cottage was lit up by the lamp on my side of the bed. My darling was waiting for me.