Thursday, November 1, 2012

Full Moon Bomb



Eerie rays of moon light filter through the pines, casting soft dappled light on the weather worn asphalt. Looking skywards through a parting in the forest canopy I watch as the South Easter, howling up amongst the Jonkershoek mountains, buffet clouds in front of the full moon. The wind, snarling in the stratosphere, is less intense on the valley floor, but still it tugs at my hood. A sudden chill races up my spine and the hairs on the back of my neck rise as my pulse races.

Anticipation - fight or flight.