Clouds never cease to surprise me with their inventiveness, their capacity to confuse the senses and scramble their connections to the mind.
In one almost cloudless sunset sky recently, at a time when I thought I knew the moon was half-full, I briefly also thought I saw a huge crescent moon.
Pink and perfect, it made me look twice and it made me rapidly sift through my frequently addled brain to check what sort of moon I had seen last night — if I had seen one.
A matter of seconds, but how refreshing to be challenged yet again by nature and its unpredictability.
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Hello Sharyn
At a guess I think your ‘mooncloud’ is the remains of a con trail. Isn’t it just wonderful being able to look up at the sky and see so many wonderous sights, especially where clouds are concerned.
How are you going bushfire-wise? Hope you are safe.
Cheers Margaret
Hi Margaret,
Safe from fires so far; a sorry state elsewhere though.
Hi Sharyn,
Clouds just make the sky don’t they? Whether they are beautiful by the sun’s kiss, soft white puffs or dark, menacing storm clouds. I love them all!
Thanks for sharing!
You’d have some great clouds out there in the wide open spaces of the west Fleur!