It’s cold outside tonight. 6.9 Celsius is not usual for South Head at 11.00 pm, even in June.
Curious, I look out the wash-house window to the west and see a crescent moon, low in the sky. It is deeply golden.
(Alas my photo does not show this well
but I promise you it was golden.)
And this crescent moon is lying supine, lightly resting on the very tops of the pines in Redhill Forest.
A mischievous wind blows hair across my face as I walk to the fence, intent on resting my Nikon on a post to steady my shaky hands.
The long grass paints my ankles with wet stripes and the cool breeze is particularly interested in the end of my nose.
Overhead The Milky Way is too much for me tonight. The single moon-shape is what draws me, reclining there just above the horizon.
My app tells me it’s a waxing crescent moon and the wind is 13 kph SSE.
I could have sworn it was a Northwesterly.
Jane Percival 2015