consworld

In the sky last week: a bright wave above the treetops.

I loved the tiny, thin line of cloud stretched out beside lions head. Named it, “lions breath”.

I can’t get away from the moon.

I’ve got the moon in my head. I listened to an old song with a line about the moon and the line played over and again in my mind for a week. Cured the condition by listening to lots of other music, but am being careful with that song from now on. Won’t even type the title.

clouds, Lions Head, moon