Creative Hygiene
A crescent moon, this is all I have to give to you tonight. I hope you won't think it is too small a sign of my friendship. A full moon might have been better, but this sweet little crescent that appeared first in the dusky blue of twilight is the same moon on a different night. Meager though it seems, it is the very best that I have, this moon and a cool breeze ruffling the gauzy curtains.
Sleep hygiene suggests that I should drink my lavender chamomile tea, read a book, then turn off the lights and close my eyes. I should not be awake to give you this small offering. Under the weight of this great “should,” I resist. My obligations aren’t dictated by anybody more important than the moon or the muse. What about creative hygiene?
Shouldn’t we prevent the spread of boredom, depression, and anxiety by celebrating the moon? Getting out of bed, I look out of the window to see what else I might give to you tonight. I see the stars, feel a blast of cool air on my face, and listen to a drip irrigation system trickle in an adjacent yard. The night is too lovely for sleep. A wind chime gets tickled by a breeze. Pools of darkness deepen in corners denied moonlight. In defiance of oblivion, I give you this moon and her attendant charms.
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