A quiet summer night’s light
The moon is back, hidden beyond the clouds for a few nights, slivered by an eclipse partial here.
While the moon only reflects the bright light of the sun, our efforts are to create new light from an old source, transferred into energy to be transported by wires wherever we want it’s power.
Seen in perspective our lights seem just as large, but let nothing fool you so far, ours are tinsy tiny specks of fossil fuel with a little nuclear thrown in to make us all glow.
The greatest vision takes the expanse of the sky and places it just so that we like how we see it all.
The moon is back, the summer sky at 2245 still light, the land still visible, and wind calm … even the mosquitoes are subdued.
What’s that mean?
What does that mean for us?
As we approach 150 years since confederation, with years and years before, the wilderness celebrated, are the biters holding back for a feast anticipating the crowds? Or have they gone away like the moon, to return great enough, lest we forget.
How will you see the light?