It's 2 am and I am pacing the floor with a backache. Stepping to the window I look outdoors. The moon is brilliant, reflecting off the snow and lighting a blue diamond sky. The words of Clement Clarke Moore came to mind...
The moon on the crest of the new fallen snow gave a luster of midday to objects below.
Surely he was walking the floor at 2 am on a moonlit night when he wrote that poem.
I am so smitten by the pale loveliness that I momentarily think of putting on coat and boots and taking a walk. But then I think of waking the neighbors' dogs and how silly I might look at 2 am if the neighbors might peek out their window. (If I lived in the country and had a good Fido dog to walk with me...I would have gone!) I take one last wistful glance before lying down to finally fall asleep.