The photos I took are from last night, the most beautiful full moon I have seen in a while. Taken here in Somerset at about 7:45pm.
I love looking a the moon, its beauty fascinates me, whether it is in its full glory or whether it is giving the sky a Cheshire Cat grin.
It is peaceful, it listens, it never has an opinion and as far as we know it doesn’t judge. We can yell, and shout at it, swear until we’re red faced; yet it returns every night, to give us light, to watch over us making sure we’re never alone.
I can’t remember what the moon was doing that night, I can remember seeing it through the window whilst she was still alive; it was one of the things I was looking forward to showing her. This magical light in the night sky. Now it gives her light as she sleeps alone, her own torch in the darkest of skies.
Apologies for the short post today.
“Do you ever hear me calling?”