I wake to a head ache. The dull, throbbing kind. It's time for milking. My farmer brings me an Advil. I fall back to sleep. When I wake again it is to moon beams streaming into the room. I glance out the window. The view breath taking. The moon; full, bright. Illuminating. I lay there for a moment. Those first few moments of waking are always difficult. I purposefully change my thoughts. 2 Corinthians 10:5 We demolish arguments and every pretension that sets itself up against the ... View Post