“The light of an almost-full moon…”

“The light of an almost-full moon falls gently into the midnight woods, dusting the canopy with pale silver and casting inky-black moon-shadows onto the woodland floor.

I’m hanging out in a beautiful old oak I know quite well, nestled about halfway up in a comfortable mossy fork of her branches.

A stand of hollies clusters below, catching the falling moonlight on the points of their spiked leaves which sparkle like stars come down from the night sky to play in the woods.

A slight breeze whispers through the canopy, mirroring the murmuring of the stream not far away, creating a gentle soundscape against which the tawny owls raise their call-and-response hoots.

But around and beneath everything a deep stillness and silence prevails, awesome in its timeless immensity, like the night sky…”