The moon was waning and the rooster crows were faint. They slumber, until  the next waxing resumes its natural course. Then, rest assured, the Luna rhythms will come again and again, right on time, just as predicted. Breath while you can, because The Man in The Moon, longs to trick us, to make us stumble, and tries to get the last laugh.

Good Night from The North Pole (figuratively, so) …

Feeling sleepy and happy and glad to be home with Winken, Blinken and Nod.