The Red moon

The red moon, sparking in the dark sky, hangs as if it is in the most relaxed position it could be.

I have never understood the sequence of the phases of the moon, and never tracked them.

Seeing it today hanging in an unusual manner, in an unusual colour, made me think if this is how it’s always been, or if I haven’t noticed it for a long time and it changed.

I accept change, the unusual colour isn’t even a problem, the concern is if I have not changed with the moon.