I spent my Saturday night gazing at the moon; a coruscating yellow orb lighting up that inky sky. I meditated on life and love while I was immersed in the hide-and-go-seek game between ebonized clouds that moved ever so gracefully. Clouds that were most comical. Like an illustration, all gossamer and buxom and much like those scenes I’d painted when I was a child. I was mesmerised by his heavenly glow and as I stared I couldn’t help but speculate if anyone else out there was as transfixed. Most of all I pondered if he was as paralysed as I, then and there, with this luminous giant. Lost to a romantic notion that he was seeing what I was; that both our eyes and souls were simultaneously hypnotised.
And I wondered as he gazed if he thought of me too.