Laying in my bed with my head to the window is one of my favorite things. 

I don't have blinds or curtains on my window, being on the third floor with no near neighbors -they are pointless. 

Besides, I love the sky. 

So I'm laying here in my bed with my head to the window. Staring up at a cold winter moon. Tonight she is full, and her light reflects off the snow. 

I am not afraid of the night- just of the dark- so nights like these are my very favorite. 

This is the moon that sees my dreams and my prayers. The same view of Jupiter right through this bedroom window every night that I've had my whole life. 

This is the view I'm going to ache for, the one I'll have nightmares without. 

August is coming nearer, and though I am excited to move away, I will never be happy to see this view go.

So tonight I am writing in thanks. A simple sight of my moon, my moon through this old third floor window, fills me with gratitude for all the years I've slept here.

And gratitude for everything so lovely and kind in my life. 

I am blessed. Goodnight.