2. Mar, 2015

Just me and the Moon

Quite often, before going to bed, I stroll down to the pond and watch the reflection of the moon in the still water.

     There's something quite magical about standing alone in the garden of our home from waifs and strays, especially when the village is fast asleep and I'm alone with the moon.

      I stand there meditating! Is there anybody out there? I wonder. Are we alone in the universe? I doubt it! I doubt it very much!

       Just the other night when I thought I was alone with the moon, I sensed something slither by my feet. It was Slip the Slug. I knew it was him as I caught him earlier, making his way across the living room carpet. He was long and fat and pale in colour. Definitely Slip! For those who haven’t followed the bedtime tales, Slip is a slug who has been living in the house for weeks....until now!

     I let Slip go by and looked back at the moon. The air was chilly and fresh. I pulled my scarf around my shoulders. Something moved in the pond. A frog, many frogs, all gliding effortlessly in the water. Something scurried in the hedge, a mouse perhaps, maybe Jako had come back. Anyway, we were not alone, we never would be. I’ve changed my mind, I wouldn’t want to be alone with the moon!