Usually I travel “to the sun”… in the early mornings I drive East into the rising sun and in the evenings I drive West and catch the sinking sun. So Saturday Night was a bit of a novelty for me… a treat really. Work was done and it was time to shake the dust and grime from the day’s activity. Blockbuster would be my immediate destination (I needed a “classic” movie to change my bitter mood), so I traveled East on the Post Road (or North depending on your perspective or frame of reference) and to my delight I was treated to the “rising moon”.<\/p>\n
My, was it lovely… for the colours. That portion of the sky was bathed in “wedgewood blue”. Maybe I am partial to that shade for all of the Wedgewood pieces that my mother had… a nosalgia thing. I love the hint of lilac and lavender that’s contained in the shade. Can you think of a better backdrop for a full <\/em>moon? And in the early evening (more late, late afternoon) the moon is not the pristine white disk that it is when full darkness sets in. No, rather it is a creamy white — what I called “ecru” or “vanilla” in my rag trade days. So there it sat, this French<\/em> vanilla ice cream orb resting (but not for long) in this wonderful wedgewood sky. <\/p>\n So… how can you keep your anger in the presence of such natural beauty? This I can answer: Not for long. It felt good… just to be alive.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Usually I travel “to the sun”… in the early mornings I drive East into the rising sun and in the evenings I drive West and catch the sinking sun. So Saturday Night was a bit of a novelty for me… … Continue reading