Keely was not willing to wait this morning so jumped on me — which involves mostly belly flopping on my own belly — and gave me a series of her odd growl-bark to roust me out of bed by 5am. I am not bitter.
(i am so very bitter)
But it was a full moon morning, which are my favorite. As a night-owl by nature I love seeing a full moon in a dark sky, and this morning with the quiet lack of traffic that marks pre-dawn Sunday mornings, it was truly dark.
Or was it? Looking up, the moon was a drop of luminescence in an ink black sky. Beautiful! But…where are the stars?
It occurred to me that my concept of a full moon at night is starless, or mostly so. I stopped and looked around to find the stars, and there were a couple, which could be planets for all I know — after all Mars and Venus show up regularly, I am told.
To my mind, the moon hangs against an empty backdrop, and I have never thought about how unnatural that is. But I’ve lived in cities all my life, and rarely gone into the wilderness for any length of time, so a star-filled sky is a novelty.
Once, as a teen reluctantly stuck in summer camp in rural Pennsylvania, I looked up and gasped in shock. The stars! So many stars! And so oddly laid out…I did not realize I was looking at an arm of the milky way until a highly amused camp counselor explained it.
I have not seen the like ever since.
Still and all, the moon is beautiful, and I adore it. Keely is less enamored, I think, but she did enjoy weaving back and forth on the empty side roads.
There is something strange going on at the old blueprint shop next to Red Wire HQ on Thomasville Rd., which is now marked as “O’Hara’s Electric.” There are an odd assortment of 6×6 post pilings rising over 20 feet into the air and oddly spaced around the parking lot. I would guess it is the start of an enclosure but they also repaved the parking lot and these pilings are not architectural/structural. It’s like they are building a boat dock on a hill. So odd.