Moonset

I gave in this evening and allowed the boys to watch Gladiators, and came upstairs to see if there was anything worth watching on the bedroom telly (there wasn’t).

After a while I heard Thunderthighs go up into the loft.

Then “Mum, come upstairs.”

Such summons seldom bode well but I turned off the tv, with little regret, and apprehensively made my way up with a “I’m on my way, stiffly and slowly but I’m on my way.”

The penthouse door was open, as was one of the velux.

“You’ve got your window open!?”

“Yes, look out of it.”

I did, wondering what might be going on in the silent street.

“Look to the right.”

A tiny sliver of crescent moon, bright coral pink as it followed the already set sun.

Exquisitely beautiful.