An almost full moon is shining through my bedroom window as I write . At this time of year the rising full moon coincides with my return to Dublin on a Sunday evening. The brownish red orb hangs over the orange glow of the capital city. When I first made this journey the orange glow was much smaller. Now it creats an artificial horizon which dims all but the brightest of stars. Bad news for the astronomer.
It is easy to be nostalgic. Easy to wish for certain memories and to banish others. All life grows and all life dies. Death is as much part of life as birth. We just have to make the most of it.
Good night and if you are near someone you love, give them a hug and let them know.
9.april.2022 – with light in the forest
2 years ago
2 comments:
Indeed the night is the time for lyric feelings and contemplation. In literature the moon simbolizes thought many, the muse for poetry, meditation and deep thoughts. If i remember well, the romantics worshiped the moon.
Best wishes, Adrian.
Thank you for your comment Adrian. The Moon is a very powerful force in human thought and nature.
Noroc,
Gerry
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