The moon the other night was a bright orange.
The photo doesn’t do it justice. I fear my camera skills and shaky hands make it difficult to take a good picture of the moon. It’s a shame because it was so beautiful.
Having this time to relax and make my own schedule I’ve become familiar with the moon. Each night out on my back porch it greets me and I really enjoy the quiet of the evening. Nanaimo seems to shut down early, around nine it starts getting dark out and by nine thirty it seems so quiet in the neighbourhood and on the streets.
I’ve been staying up too late and really need to get an earlier start to the day. I’ve bee writing and have noticed I actually write more in the day. Always thought I would be more of a night writer but that hasn’t been the case. Perhaps the idea that work is during the day is so ingrained in me that I gravitate towards writing during that time.
Evenings have been a nice time to just be quiet, plan my next trip and also come up with all sorts of hair brained ideas for what to do next. You never know though in amongst those hair brained ideas there could be a gem, one that works.