'Moon river'

I am in love with the moon, I always have been. Ever since i was a little girl, i have felt such a strong admiration for it's beauty and have experienced an overwhelming sensation of "magic" and mystery when gazing up at it's luminous face. For me, personally, the phases of the moon have provided me with a constant, a foundation, on which i have built many memories and roused thoughts.

The moon represents unity. I have always loved, that although my own connection with the moon is very personal, it does not shine for me alone. At any given moment, so many people could be gazing skywards and feeling the same love for the moon as i do. And when the dawn breaks, and the moon is no longer seen in our skies, it is amazing to think that despite our vast difference's, across the globe, that we are all under one moon, one sky and one sun.

The moon is a clock-face for the universe. It was here long before we graced this earth and will remain, long after we leave. It is fascinating to entertain the thought that your favourite historical figure, once looked upon the same moon.

The moon encourages my synethsesia. There have been a few times, in my short life, that i have seen a truly amazing moon. When i close my eyes and think of the moon, i can take my self right back to that moment. I remember it, as if it were yesterday. I was in the back of a friend's mothers jeep, with two girlfriends, it was December 23rd 2002. We had spent the evening late night Christmas shopping in Porirua and Sade's 'No ordinary love' was playing on the stereo. We wound round Pukerua Bay, on to centennial highway, and i saw it. Beautiful, full and white. I have never seen the moon that big, or low, shining over the ocean. It was truly a spectacle, in fact i even cried. Every time i refresh this memory, i feel as if i did then. Warm, excited, young and truly contently happy.

If you were lucky enough to glimpse a peek of the moon, through the clouds, on Friday night, you may share the feelings i have. Although it was not as low as it was in the summer of 2002, it was still spectacular. It was roughly 3.30am and it will always remind me of the smell of freesia's in the night air, wet grass and the taste of Jägermeister. I tried to take a few pictures, but they never do the moon justice.