I got up in the middle of the night to “use the toilet” – a phrase, as an American, I still find crass, though it’s perfectly accep
table here. I also had a sudden, intense yearning to down a few swallows of Vanilla Coke, no doubt to replace the very fluids that woke me up in the first place, and so proceeded to the kitchen to satisfy this craving. When passing one of the curtain-less living room windows, I was surprised to see a dramatically bright light shining in. This was puzzling, since one of the aspects of being out in the middle of nowhere, is that the nights are very dark. Peering through the window for the source, I saw the moon, at about ¾ size, flaunting all of its glowing glory upon me. It was in what we would call the “Harvest Moon” phase – giant and orange – and it cast a beam upon the water like a helicopter searchlight. It was rather stunning, and gave me one of those moments where I take a deep breath and feel so good to be here.
Painting: Harvest Moon by Elizabeth Fraser
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