When I need help slowing my mind for sleep to catch me, one of my favorite things is to step outside and look at the stars. On a clear night, like tonight, everything is calm. The peace of the night seeps into me if I give it time. Except for the soothing rhythms of cricket song and a nearby owl, all is quiet.
There is nothing like the stillness found in gazing at the starry heavens. It becomes, for me, a sort of wordless prayer, bedtime prayer.
So you can count all the sheep you want. I like counting stars.