There was a Red Moon tonight over Paradise.
Of course I didn't take a picture.
A. I have always had dodgy eyesight, so it was enough to attempt to see something, let alone capture it in a meaningful way to make it recognisable in the future. My clay is words. My sense is ears.
B. I have been surrounded by visual people who delight in the art of photography. There is no need for me to swell their ranks.
You will just have to imagine the tiny porch on the top of the stairs, wind howling, Paris beside you and a starry sky to the South Eastish direction.
It is hard to tell if the misty blur across the bottom third of the moon were cloud, eclipse or the natural sheen of distance.
The sky behind is reflecting the lights around - tiny bulbs spray the wall of a neighbour and the street lights near the intersection.
Night birds know there is something up and are voicing the rejoicing of the dark red hue anticipated.


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