Full moon

By Tessa Brechin

Sitting in the window seats of the Fortune of War, listening to some fantastic live music- surprisingly heavy for a Tuesday but full of interest. The scene through the window provides the visuals for the evening; a JCB, a large skip, a boat throwing up endless handfuls of sparkling confetti, the pier behind with its own lights flashing away, people gathered on the stones gazing upwards at the impromptu show, the sea lapping gently at the shore. A couple of guys, bare armed in t-shirts yet wrapped in stripy scarves & woolly hats, bob up & down excited, doing a dance of respect to the sky. The moon at its fullest, though hidden to the eye, is enhancing the night with its magic. A colourful explosion of stars shoots upward, arches simply and dives deep into the water. A chorus of hisses and whizzes, rainbow colours and subtler silvers and gold dominate the sky. A delicate willow tree grows sheltering the boat in a protective cage. The complex rhythms of the music and the simple trails of light in the sky complement each other in a strangely contrasting way. The evening knocks on the door of my melancholy, a crack of light forcing a surprised smile.