Night Thoughts

Cradled in the night’s silence, memories of starlit tea parties and radio transmissions dance in Grandma Stella’s mind, mingling with the sorrowful coo of a mourning dove. As the world sleeps, her sleepless eyes find solace in the unseen symphonies of the night sky.

The world is asleep but sleep evades me. The skies are dark. On this lonely quiet night, my radio keeps me company as it softly plays the soothing music that I love so much. The breeze makes the curtains gently sway at the open windows.

I remember looking out of another window, in another lifetime and another world. The stars on that night sky dazzle me as they twinkle and they shine. In my imagination I was convinced they are softly humming to me. It is all such sheer magic.

I must have been four or five years old. I was dressed and ready for bed. I was in my parents’ bedroom. Their room was spacious and had two semi-circular windowed alcoves. One alcove had become my dollies’ room. They lived there. At that instant they were having a tea party. I remember their dishes being of china, not like the plastic ones produced in later years. As I served them their imaginary supper, I glanced up to the winter night skies. They were of a deep dark velvet hue. The stars were like diamonds scattered across their wide expanse. How they twinkled and shined! The moon smiled at the…