The Hush of Falling Snow
Tohoku, Japan
Small gold windows in a blue-hour cold, and snow coming down heavy and slow enough to watch a single flake all the way to the ground.
Stories
Ten seasons of bedtime folk tales, and our signature Deep Sleep stories. Each season stays in one place long enough to learn its light. The people change every story. The land, and the one sound it keeps making, do not.
Tohoku, Japan
Small gold windows in a blue-hour cold, and snow coming down heavy and slow enough to watch a single flake all the way to the ground.
The medina, Fez
Warm dusk bouncing between close ochre walls, lamplight climbing the tile as the rose goes out of the sky.
The Hebrides
Sea and sky the same silver, and one red croft door holding all the warmth there is.
The high Andes
Thin clear air, violet shadows going long, and a sky so near you could rest your hand on it.
The Mekong delta
Every light doubled in the water, and warm rain softening the edges of the whole world.
The central Sahara
Violet over gold-shadowed dunes, and one bank of embers holding the only warmth for a hundred miles.
Sápmi
A dusk that never quite ends, and green light moving overhead like something breathing in its sleep.
Aotearoa
Enclosed dark under the canopy, lit blue-green from within, as though the ground kept its own quiet sky.
The Caribbean
Coral afterglow on blood-warm water, and the night insects starting up as the lamp goes on.
The Mongolian steppe
Gold grass darkening to slate under the widest sky there is, and one glowing door in all of it.
Featured collection
Our signature series of 12 bedtime folk tales, drawn from traditions around the world. Each is told gently for rest: nothing frightening, nothing left hanging, everything resolved by the end.
A boy in a snow-covered village follows the wind to return a lost temple bell, learning the sound of home.
In the medina of Fez, a girl discovers why the courtyard fountain never stops singing.
A crofter on a Hebridean isle finds a silver-grey seal coat washed ashore and learns what the tide remembers.
High in the Andes, a girl learns to weave the colors of twilight into a blanket for her grandmother.
On the Mekong delta, a boy sets a lotus lantern adrift and follows its light through the evening rain.
In the Sahara, a girl finds the old well-keeper asleep and learns the secret the cool water holds.
Under the aurora in Sápmi, a boy hears a single far-off bell and follows it through the polar night.
In Aotearoa, a girl enters a glowworm cave and sees the forest's own quiet stars.
On a Caribbean veranda at dusk, a boy listens to the conch shell and hears the sea's old voice.
On the Mongolian steppe, a girl hears the horsehead fiddle and watches the grass darken to slate.
In a village buried in snow, a girl counts the stars each night until she finds the one that knows her name.
A trader on the grey Hebridean shore finds a piece of amber with a secret locked inside.
Eight to fourteen minutes each, with longer compilations for the nights that need them.