During my sunrise blog year, ten years ago, my photography was often shot in the dim light of dawn. I took many images of the moon, which never did it justice. Still I continue to try. Now my dusky times tend to be evening’s twilight, when I walk the dogs after their dinner. Today’s half moon – technically a waxing gibbous – seemed particularly vivid, maybe because of the quickening chill in the air, the bite of icy weather, slated to give central Maine our first snowfall on Friday, 3-6 inches.
I am enchanted by the moon’s phases and it’s variable appearance. I’ve never paid enough attention to know when it will appear, or what state it will be in, so moon sightings are always a surprise gift, the kind that elicits a quick, internal flip. No surprise at all, however, is the knowledge that humans have long associated the moon with magic and mystery. Its pull on our planet is very real, so no wonder it exercises a pull on our heart and soul.
My 60th year in 60,000 words
Day 71: 173 words, TOTAL = 11,780; 48,220 remaining
Robin Clifford Wood is an award-winning author, poet, and writing teacher. She lives in central Maine with her husband, loves to be outdoors, and enjoys ever-expanding horizons through her children, grandchildren, and granddogs.