A photographer steadies his tripod on the sand as the crowd swells to watch the super moon rise. The sky is heavy with cloud and the only light on the horizon is the green flicker from the East pier. We are bathed in a warm glow while we recognise old friends and catch up on our stories. “The last time the moon was this close to earth was the year I was born,” says Tom, “but I do not remember seeing it!” We have a good laugh and my mind travels back to a time before I could talk or walk. I am lying in my cot under the skylight in my grandparents’ flat. The moon glides into view like a long forgotten friend and I kick my blanket while waving my arms with joy.
Tonight I lift the curtain to watch the clouds part just before bed time. The moon is pulsating inside a gold and indigo halo, her light reflected in our neighbour’s skylight.
a crowd gathers
in the sky.
© Xenia Tran
Photographs by Xenia Tran, third photograph cropped in windows photo editor, other photographs unedited.
Camera: Lumix Panasonic FZ38, settings: iA and Night Sky (ISO 800).
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