My first moon

I remember casually walking around aimlessly in the living room of our old house in Palmerston North, New Zealand.

It was night time and the lights weren’t on, but I could see from the glow of the street lamps.

I remember the coffee coloured couches, the carpet and the slightly open glass doors which were curtained off with sheer lace.

Then I recall being scooped up by my mother and being placed on her hip -which irritated me, probably because I was happily wandering about doing God knows what.

Then she carried me towards the glass doors, pulled the curtains behind us and pointed up at the sky.

I gazed up to see that I had ‘found’ the brightest, milky-whitest, round ball glowing in the darkness.

And the picture of the moon that night seemed ever so beautiful to my astonished little heart.


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