These past few days we have been blessed with a wonderful view of a Super Moon. Did you see it? Big, bright and magically attractive it was. This the most alluring heavenly body I can see but cannot touch. I never tire of looking up at the Moon. A super, full, half, crescent, waxing, waning moon; any moon phase there is, the magnetic pull is always there to be drawn and gaze up in wonder, then lose yourself to the cosmos. Yet for every time I look up at the moon, I am convinced I am the only one on Planet Earth looking up at the moon; that precise moment in time. Its just me and you Moon. Is it because I have grown up as Moon Child? Bad Moon Rising by Credence Clear Water was Number 1 the day I was born. Bad Omen ? I think not. 1969 what a year! The telescope that sat behind the living room sofa was a permanent fixture through my childhood. Where with great excitement to open up, delayed with lots of waiting around for assembly and focusing before you were allo...
random ridculous rants by Rubi Red