These are the days of the full moon. I am endlessly intrigued by the silver disc and can gaze at it for hours, mesmerized by its radiance. Its presence in the night sky holds my everlasting fascination, keeping me enthralled. I often lie under its cool glow late at night, watching it through the roof window over my bed, as I slowly drift to sleep.
There is a compilation made by the German group Hubert Kah, entitled "Wenn Der Mond Die Sonne Berührt", (direct translation "When The Moon Touches The Sun".) A typical product of the eighties, it has the traditional escapist sound that appeals to the dreamer in me. I used to listen to it as a teenager, late at nights when the moon was full.
Yesterday, that sentence kept resonating in my mind, as I was driving across the bridges connecting the Danish Islands, witnessing a celestial show. In the southwest, there was the burning fire of the setting winter sun. In the opposite cardinal direction, the cool glow of the full moon could be observed.
It felt like driving through an enchanted landscape, so very fitting the onset of the Holiday season.
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A winter evening, captured with my phone.