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helblingYesterday the moon was huge. Not quite full, like an orange with a segment removed; that slight lack of symmetry that indicates it isn't quite at its peak.
But it was beautiful, overseeing us as I drove back from Bath, hanging over the motorway, bright even with the streetlights and headlights of the oncoming traffic. That satisfied tiredness had suffused my limbs, but I wasn't sleepy, which meant I achieved a strange sort of peace as the miles ticked away, closer to home.
There was a vapor trail, left by an airplane, across the moon's face. It fell as time passed, so at first it barely touched the top of it, looking like an odd sort of hat.
But then is dropped lower and started breaking up, until it went right through the middle of it. It looked like cupid had gotten confused, and shot an arrow at the moon's face, instead of someone's heart. Then, finally, it dropped lower still, until it was hanging at the bottom, looking like it had been santa and the reindeer, their timing all wrong and three months off, had left that trail across the sky like the prettiest Christmas card you could ask for. Just a little bit late.
The only regret was once we were home, I couldn't see it from the lounge windows. Being able to curl up in the arm chair and watch though the windows would have made it perfect. Hopefully, later in the year.
But it was beautiful, overseeing us as I drove back from Bath, hanging over the motorway, bright even with the streetlights and headlights of the oncoming traffic. That satisfied tiredness had suffused my limbs, but I wasn't sleepy, which meant I achieved a strange sort of peace as the miles ticked away, closer to home.
There was a vapor trail, left by an airplane, across the moon's face. It fell as time passed, so at first it barely touched the top of it, looking like an odd sort of hat.
But then is dropped lower and started breaking up, until it went right through the middle of it. It looked like cupid had gotten confused, and shot an arrow at the moon's face, instead of someone's heart. Then, finally, it dropped lower still, until it was hanging at the bottom, looking like it had been santa and the reindeer, their timing all wrong and three months off, had left that trail across the sky like the prettiest Christmas card you could ask for. Just a little bit late.
The only regret was once we were home, I couldn't see it from the lounge windows. Being able to curl up in the arm chair and watch though the windows would have made it perfect. Hopefully, later in the year.
