I know, I know ... it's 'like a big pizza pie', but that's corny isn't? Besides my humans (particularly Mr B) make pizzas. They never call 'em pizza pie.
After three days of strong wind and rough sea, a vet day, and on not much sleep, F looked at the now calm (and empty of swimmers) sea around 2030 and gave in and went for a swim. She thinks I was sleeping but I watched her. If she fell asleep and started drowning someone would have to raise the alarm .... there's a cat to feed.
She sculled around on her back and I could see she was watching the swifts scything around in the sky. Then she pointed out the moon rising over the rocks on the sunrise side of our inlet just as the last of sunlight was draining away on the other side of our firmament. She later commented that it looked like an apricot in the sky.
An apricot? Really? I suppose it was round and about the right colour - one of the pale ones.
It doesn't make a catchy line in a song though .
Back on the balcony she tried to photograph it, but phone cameras are useless for that kind of thing and as the moon slid behind a grey fat cloud (YES A REAL CLOUD!), the opportunity was gone. When it first bloomed up from behind the rocks the apricot moon was peeping through the gum trees, and if you stared straight at it you could kind of pretend you were somewhere less urban.
see? rubbish! - I did warn you. Tell you what though, there is a good game in pointing out the shapes in the bits of cloud illuminated by the moon. Small terrier.