Late last night I got out in the garden with our dog. I left him to run here and there, sniffing this and that, and marking his territory once again. The garden is well fenced off, so his territory is obvious from the fences all around. But he prefers his own system of demarcation lines.
It was a clear night. I looked up to the sky and there was a clear full moon. It was bright and shining white. It’s been a very long time since I stood up at night and admired the skies with all the shining stars, clouds and the moon. This time was no different, yet different some how.