A beautiful girl once told me that when she was small her mother used to call the moon seen during the day a "children's moon" beecause it was up so they could see it. I've thought of it so ever since...
The "children's moon" was out this afternoon as I was walking down from classes, hiding behind a streak of clouds. For some reason, I have never paid much attention to the fact that during the day, the moon is much the same colour these high thin clouds. I glanced up and for a moment did not even see the half moon. Now I fear me that it is no longer visible and will be seen no more this day, for the clouds have thickened and show no sign of moving on. It would seem that the winds of yester night and this afternoon have gone. Looking out the window now, it seems as still as it was this morning. I walked up to work in a pre-dawn stillness that I have rarely felt here. The sky had not yet dressed itself in its daytime blue and was still in its bedroom greys. The hills to the south showed a hint of orange and pink. I could hear birds, not many, and a truck coming down the hill on the other side of the closed highway. The quiet was almost tangible. But it was not a pressing, smothering quiet, like so many I have felt in the past week or so. Perhaps that is why I noticed it...