The blood moon. It shone through the shutters. Stellan was nearly alseep, his grip on my hand growing softer but the moon grew brighter. I threw open the shutters, "we are going to see the moon!". He jumped into my arms without a moments hesitation and away we sped to the beach. Such a glorious sight!
It is strange, each of the three paintings I worked on this week had a moon. It was completely unintentional- an unconscious pull towards its incredible force.