The moon was shining so brightly last night that I could hardly sleep. I got up a few times to see if a floodlight was left on outside, but all I saw was pure moonlight streaming in. Even if the room hadn’t been illuminated, I probably wouldn’t have been able to rest anyway. When the baby is asleep and the house is quiet, the muses come out to play. That’s when ideas start to percolate, mental lists are made, and sometimes I even manage to stop and listen to the forces that are driving me these days. What are your moon whispers?