Thursday, April 29, 2010

I see the moon, the moon sees me

Being in the middle of Portugal in the mountains, we are free of light pollution and smog. This means that the sky is crisp and clear. Coming out of the tent the other night to go wee, I was astounded at how bright the moon was. I stared up it and drank it up and I got drunk on moonlight. I was standing in the cold in my underware and I couldn't bring myself to leave the moon's embrace. I sang the moon lullaby my mom sang to me as a child, I took some photos, and I laughed as I looked around the valley and noticed it was completely lit up by the light. There were no need for flashlights on a night like this. How completely mesmerizing.


  1. This is one of those moments you will remember years from now when you think about Portugal.

  2. Totally. Like when I think of Africa I think of the moon from Meg's roof or the milky way on the bus ride to Gao. Beautiful.