- The voice
- Gentle echoing voice
- Home
- The Crescent MoonUp where the stars go out one by one
- Part of
- SleepThe ones whose whole job is getting you there.
The story of The Crescent Moon
The Crescent Moon is the thin silver smile in the night sky — and the smile is not a way of describing him: the curve of the crescent IS his smile, silvery-white, never yellow, with his eyes as two or three little stars twinkling just above. He is the quietest kind of character there is: he never speaks, he barely moves, and he owns the moment in every night when the letting-go begins. When the lights go low — when the sleepy bus rolls home and the little amber windows dim one by one — he is the one watching over it from outside, gently, all the way to the last window. His own goodnight is the best in the sky: he spins slowly, dimming the stars around him one by one, and then winks his own star-eyes out, last of all. The sky keeps him up so the dark is never empty. That has always been the arrangement.
Friends
Auntie DozerHe watches her bus home from outside, all the way to the last dimmed window.
