When the moon begins to rise in the Winter months it is awake, frisky and ready to play its part and shine its best. But being our one moon can be lonely. Looking down at this time of year, and when life on Earth is beginning to completely relax or hibernate, who on Earth is there to talk to?
Not that the Man in the Moon is a great conversationalist, but after so many billions of years orbiting around our Earth, there must be something more. But we are not privy to witness friendships, special relationships and significant others between Moon craters and Flora stems, but this is the year of the rare red moon, and surely, if even the Moon has to find ways to relax with company and socialise, this would the right year. The universe is a such big place to be alone in after all.
So how surprising, that just today, a classic game of light ball, chase-with-plants and even walking the tightrope have all been witnessed as moon-play this afternoon. How might that happen at such unearthly distances?
The scientific explanation….
Well, the Crescent Moon in particular like connects with our sense of fantasy. But this is not virtual reality, this is the age old game. At 200,000 miles away, the moon can be small and plants can be giants, but we are connected. And so at this time of year, we have a light chase. See the photographic proof, the camera never lies…
The Bramble light chase
Should the Moon ever tease Winter’s leafless scenery before sleep, those gnarled, twisted brambles who do not like to be touched at the best of times, will secretly enjoy using their left over if somewhat frayed adrenalin, to chase any lunatic out of its tangled loops across the night sky.
Then the afternoon finally closes fast. The sunset glides on the horizon, whilst the Moon achieves a very good height in the sky in a satisfying position to observe everything at its leisure.
All appears to be so settled, so why then did the Moon take up tight rope walking?
This does only happen at night, but someone on the other side of the road, too rooted to walk the cable, nevertheless could see an opportunity. Here was an opening for friendship, and an irresistible chance to play a little light humoured ‘catch and bounce’.
It was Willow’s giant and dangling arms which swayed delicately with the distant crescent. But then with the air cooling fast, it was definitely time to chill.
Time for even a young December moon to slow its pace and now enjoy a gentle swing and watch his age old partner the sun, to finally take his place on the other side of Earth.