There will be a full moon tomorrow at precisely eight minutes and forty-two seconds after noon, London time. I love to see a full, round moon. It pleases me to watch it waxing, night by night, as it builds to a climax. For reasons I can’t begin to fathom, I feel a sense of loss when I see the moon waning. I am annoyed when an overcast sky makes me miss the full moon altogether. We were blessed with clear skies during the lunar eclipse last December. John and I awoke very early that morning, bundled up, fortified ourselves with hot cocoa, and took several photos of the event. There will be another eclipse next month. But it will be in Africa, and I will not. The next eclipse I’m likely to witness will be this coming December. I guess that means mittens, scarves and lots more hot cocoa.
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