Tonight we went down to the water and watched the full moon rise. On the way we passed a buck in the gloaming with many fat fuzzy points.
The timing was perfect so that dusk was deepening into darkness at just the same time the moon lifted fully clear of the island hills on the horizon.
We used to do things like this more before our hands were always full of mobile pocket computers. Before on-demand streaming. Before the jet noise got over-the-top out-of-control. Or maybe we were just younger and more romantic.
While it was at my request and pre-planning to go do this moonrise watch, it was Delia who observed and noted most of the fine points: first to identify the location / see it when a dot of light peeked up over the hill. The one of us to remark on high tide. The waves. The pull of the moon on the water.
