The clouds on our walk home from Ian's shed were so thin and delicate; the sun would have blown them or burned them away. The clouds made patches like a soccer ball has patches and the moon, though slightly veiled and slightly subdued, burned through with radiant light. Beautiful.
O Giver of the stars and moons, watch over us as we sleep and dream and may our mornings be fair and bright as the sun offers us warmth so light.