Tonight the moon was huge. There was a tweet, an article on my feed, a pop up ad. Don’t miss it.
Scuttling out into leaf-speckled roads, I looked. Peered between the dark branches of chimneys, stretched my eyes to look beyond the splashes of brightness dropped from streetlights.
Something was glowing behind the house opposite. I imagined the size of it, the golden glow, the ballooning of it in the navy sky.
To get a clear look, I had to walk to the end of the road. Reach the onslaught of traffic on the corner. The crossing beeped, sparse fireworks popped, bodies hurried past. No-one was looking up.
Past the corner and up the road, I turned back and saw it. Golden, yes, but no more than the electric hum nearby that guided children on scooters. Huge, probably, but tucked between rooftops it was apologetic, an urban intruder.
Tonight I want the moon to be huge somewhere else, not trapped here where the sky is too small.