Sunday, March 28, 2010
An Hour of Perception
As the Hour of the Planet approaches I lay on a small pier watching the southern stars with my companion. On most nights the stars steal the show, but tonight they hide behind small clouds that look like poodles.
Directly above, a 90 percent gibbous waxing moon casts her spell on the water, which ripples from a welcome breeze.
The placid water holds the reflection of lights across the lagoon. The restaurants are full of people talking. Traffic horns and sounds of bossa-nova waft in and out of range. The herons call to each in the dark. Life goes on.
The Christ on the promontory turns off for 60 minutes. The breeze blows out our candle.
Photo by Delma Godoy