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Barn owls – as above, mostly because Trix loves owls.  And with a Valentine’s card day design in mind.  Drawn from photographs taken a couple of years ago, but felt appropriate for this owly November.  The Night seems so suddenly present.  Real proper dark, shining stars, bright moons, screeching owls.  I love it and I miss the nights in the summer when the sun hangs about all through the evening.  I’ve been experiencing night a little differently, recently, because Trix is finally sleeping a little better.  Mostly she still wakes two or three times a night to squeeze my cheeks and wrap her little arms round my neck, but some nights she sleeps right through until morning.  I had forgotten (it has been 6.5 years) how lovely and sinky deep sleep can feel.  A heavy blanket of sleep.  I’m used to experiencing the night: the shades of dark, the sounds of the house, the rain, the wind, the owls.  I know the exact time the light seeps and creeps round the curtains. I know when to expect the first CAW of the crows. But no more!  I am not a creature of the night anymore, not now that I am being allowed to sleep.  The night passes so quickly when you are asleep!