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.
You’d have some great clouds out there in the wide open spaces of the west Fleur!
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!
Hi Margaret,
Safe from fires so far; a sorry state elsewhere though.
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