I see the Moon. The Moon sees me.
Last night the sky was beautiful. The moon was large and bright and so high and the cloud to sky ratio was reversed, so that the majority of the sky was white cloud and there were sporadic clumps of deep blue, as opposed to the other way round. There was a delicate mystery surrounding the whole scene that could also have been described as sinisterly enigmatic and rather mystical. Whatever it was, it was also visually stunning.
The moon is so illuminative. I mean, I know it casts light, I just never realised quite how much until last night. I sleep with my blinds open and I have muslin curtains so the light shines through and there were bright white stripes on my pillow when I got back from a bathroom trip, and I was like: Wow! The moon sure is bright.
The moon is so illuminative. I mean, I know it casts light, I just never realised quite how much until last night. I sleep with my blinds open and I have muslin curtains so the light shines through and there were bright white stripes on my pillow when I got back from a bathroom trip, and I was like: Wow! The moon sure is bright.