You should have seen the moon tonight – it was amazing. I had my glasses off and I could see this bright spot, about where I imagined the moon should be, but only a little larger than a star. I put my glasses on, and there was the moon, a fingernail crescent, pale orange and partially smudged out by sooty clouds. There was just this one tiny sharp point that was free of the cloud and glowing brightly.
What wasn’t so cool was that I was awake to see it at 4am. Yeah, got that insomnia thing going on again. (Some people have said that I have a gift for writing prose, but I’m not sure that it’s alive at this hour of the morning).
I read something cool about the moon recently. “One hour’s light to be left and there’s the excrescent moon sponging off the last of it.” – Allen Curnow. (I love the way the word “excrescent” has connotations of a moon that has just passed through the crescent phase and is swelling to full. Ex-crescent as well as excrescent.) The title of this blog is an obscure mutilation of the first line of the poem (nobody comes up from the sea as late as this). I had to point that out, otherwise nobody would know how clever I can be at 5am.
My room is heavy with the slightly dusty smell of flax. Perhaps I’ll go and weave some, to pass the last couple of hours until it’s time to officially get up.