...or soon thereafter
Watching that moony sideways smile as it drifted inexorably across a winter blue sky yesterday made me think of other moons in other places. (I know, I know - it’s still the same moon…..but it feels different, y’know?)
Ah yes, I’ve seen the moon…..
...lay a path of slithery silver mercury across the silent, star-splashed waters of Lake Turkana.
...slip sedately below the western horizon to make way for a sun that rose like fireball over the blond savannah and flat topped acacias on a Christmas morning in Kidepo.
...turn the dragon toothed crags and deep gorges of the Rwenzori into slender silhouette
...paint curling wisps of smoke with a celestial glow as they spiralled up from a night time valley in the Cameroon.
...bathe the Byzantine domes and spires of Istanbul in lustrous streams of shimmery light.
...slide silently over a desolate landscape of whispered songlines
...clad herself in cold gold gossamer above a snow-shrouded midnight Manhattan
...and shed her cloak of cloud over the Gulf of Acaba
Rereading what I’ve just written makes me want to title this post The Moon and Sibilance. In fact, I shall do just that!
What moon have you seen in other places?