I’m sitting here … well, ok … lying down, with my inseparable companion, my camera, some music and the breeze coming through the window, waiting for the Moon to peep through the clouds and grant me permission to photograph her at least one time.
A dog barks in the distance and everything is mixed with Hollie Cavanagh’s voice singing a cover of Bleeding Love from my Ipod.
Meanwhile, the Moon teases me into thinking that I will be honored with her presence. I let her tease me, close my eyes, embrace the little breeze that comes, timidly, through my wide open window and I keep listening…
I spy the sky again and my eyes show me evidence that the clouds have won. The Moon decided to dispense of my company and my camera lens. Today there will not be pictures of the moon. Only her trail of light filtering through the clouds, mocking me.
Music, breeze and moonlight.
Deep lull moments like this are rare. You have to embrace them before they escape from you like the Moon has escaped from me tonight.