A walk down

A walk down the hill through tussock, The Dog ahead of me on a leash. Seven o'clock, dark outside. Raining.

Lyttelton lights are brightly lit ahead of us. Then the lights dim a little, I squint; still dimming. And then I understand: oh, the clouds are coming down. That's why the lights are dimming.

Within a minute, I'm inside a cloud. I can definitely not see Lyttelton anymore - heck, I can hardly see the rock formations 50 metres to the side.

And yet it's not entirely dark - the cloud itself is lit dimly, sort of like a milky soup would be. Where's it coming from, I wonder.

And then it comes to me. The moon! I haven't seen the moon in what feels like a fortnight, and yet it's lighting up the clouds.

The Dog and I continue on down through tussock, then onto grazed down, soggy grass - and then, tarmac, through our gate, and home.

It's the little things that stick out.

5 comments:

  1. Soomes paluti ka just neil päevil kuust pilte teha. Midagi on seal iseäralikku.
    Tekst on tumedal pöhjal ja raske lugeda, mul ju veel tölge ka peal.
    Palun heledamat tausta.
    Eestimaalt tervisi, kuum aeg.Pölvamaalt metsade vahelt

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    1. Mismõttes tume? Valge peaks olema. Ju. Roheline tagataust tervel blogil, aga valge tagataust kõigil tekstidel.

      Kuidas sul välja näeb?

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    2. Ma ei leia su e-maili... Koera teemal kirjutaks...

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    3. aga jäta enda oma siia, siis vastan.

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    4. ariko@emu.ee :)

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