Friday, 17 January 2014
The moon guided me home this evening , proudly riding above the grey blue clouds to spread a soft glow on tired commuters below. I wanted to stop and take a photo, or sit and gaze a while; but the relentless stream of humanity heading away from the city made this impossible.
A clear moon on a still night, a mystical presence calling my mind back to Morocco. My father and I lying across soft divans, on the roof terrace of a house high in the Atlas Mountains, marvelling at the wealth of stars revealed in a sky unpolluted by electric lights; while the villagers all around settled slowly into sleep, soothed by a candle's golden flame........and the moon, large and impossibly bright shining benevolently down upon us all.