Monday morning

5.45 am
The little one comes to the hall rubbing her eyes and takes me by the hand to her room to show me the moon
We sit on her bed and she guides me to tilt my head to the just the right angle  to see the brilliant white moon framed by dark clouds
We watch the moon play peek a boo with us teasing us behind a curtain of grey before shocking us with its white brilliance before completely vanishing before our eyes
She provides a running commentary alongside each dramatic appearance of the moon.
Initially she feels the moon itself is moving around. Then she realises.. eyes widening at the chance to use a phrase she's not used before..she announces "it's a passing cloud!"
A minute later she observes  "it's a huge passing cloud"

And im thinking
I've been up since 3.45 working
I'm nowhere near done
A passing cloud
Huge but.. passing nevertheless
She shines light on me as i watch the moonlight play on her, her eyes outshining the brilliant moon any day.