Last night, we slept by the light of the super blue moon.
Bay window blinds up, way up. Curtains drawn to the farthest edges to let in the oblique glints that intimated you were sharing this rare moment with countless strangers. Our bedroom was wallpapered the colour of halo. The backyard, a tapestry of shadows weaving to the arc of the moon’s orbit.
Hard to believe something sired out of confrontation could produce such soothing clarity — the moon, formed by debris culled from a planet the size of Mars cannoning into a young planet Earth.
Two worlds colliding, and then, enlightenment.