I rose from my sleeping quarters, and greeted the moon with a smile. His sleepy glow washed the sky crimson. My golden hue ready to take on the day ahead.
‘Anything happen on your watch?’ I asked.
‘Quiet as usual,’ he said, and dipped into the horizon.
As a young swan drifted on to the lake, I lifted my beams. I was glad of another day to shine. I preferred the day shift. It was as quiet as the breeze during the night. The pond hummed, buzzed, and crashed into life for another glorious shift.