Under a quiet Sicilian moon lived The Lighthouse that Was Sleepy. The evening moved slowly, with sea air, flower scents and tiny lights at the windows.
That night a small wonder appeared. The Lighthouse that Was Sleepy did not hurry: The Lighthouse that Was Sleepy looked, listened and let the night explain itself.
With one gentle gesture, The Lighthouse that Was Sleepy discovered that responsabilitĂ can become softer when it is welcomed calmly.
Before sleeping, The Lighthouse that Was Sleepy kept this little thought close: even a very small light can keep us company.
The stars blinked softly, the house grew quiet, and sleep arrived like a warm blanket.
Reading ritual: Read slowly, leaving a few seconds of silence between one scene and the next.