December’s Cold moon’s always magical. The days are shorter, the sun sits lower in the sky lightening up the moon something spellbinding. I don’t think any other month the moon is so visible in sky. The moon has a glow that no other month can match.
This is a hard post to write. Not because of the moon but because leading up the 18th December 2019 my photos are filled with Mr D the cat. Lots of tears coming across them. I’ve never shared here on before 2 weeks last year before his brother Mr AJ said his last see you later, I dreamt about tornadoes outside my window. So many tornadoes. Looking up what tornadoes in dreams mean and the colour they meant a death was soon. I also dreamt of floods or rather my apartment outside being underwater while the apartment was airtight and the washing outside survived. A few weeks before Mr D said his last see you later I kept seeing a lot of jackdaws at the zoo. It’s not like I’ve never seen or heard them there before. This time I wanted to be sure what bird they were if they were jackdaws from the zoo’s resident wild bird list. As I kept seeing so many I looked up their meaning. You guessed it, some cultures see them as a sign of a death soon. Now I think nothing of them as I hear them all the time there. No message there! And lets not mention a dark presence I felt in the corner ceiling one evening before D went. I think that was more I knew what was happening with my mind playing tricks. All I know is I miss those 2 little boys.
Waxing moon
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