Reaching for the Intangible

[muninnhuginn]

Walking Looby Loo home from school yesterday afternoon, the moon, not quite full, was huge: an immense flat disc appearing almost the width of the roof on which it seemed to perch. It looked so close--and as flat as a sheet of paper, probably tissue rather than card it appeared so insubsrantial. The sky, pale, cold winter blue, also seemed a fragile gauze. One of the those moments when the atmosphere feels not deep as an ocean but a mere puddle of air.

For all that, however hard we stretched and however high we jumped, we couldn't catch a single one of the vapour trails that cross-hatched the sky.

Comments

[headgardener.livejournal.com]

The joy of finding yourself in a world gone all surreal.

By the way, something weird seems to have happened to your post-comments screen -- as if there's the ghost of starting to rig a poll been left on it.

Haunted comments page?

[muninnhuginn]

There's something very strange about the presentation for posting comments--either in this layout (which I rather like) or in how Opera handles it (which I now have to doubt as a possible cause if it's odd for someone else who may not be an Opera fan). It's not quite made me do anything yet. If it's bothersome for other folk, perhaps I ought.

Actually I quite like the thought of a ghost of comments yet to come lurking in the pages whispering hints of future possibilities.

[pickledginger.livejournal.com]

Many happy paper-moon returns!