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.