Thank you so much to Simon for this kindness!
I apologise for not participating as I would usually, but I am suffering a no time issue at the moment with work and life…
But I would like to express my gratitude to Simon! ❤
There are so many of you who I would mention on here, kindness personified, honestly! ❤
Like Cyranny with this award I’m chaeting a little. She kindly nominated me for the Random Acts of Kindness award but pinged Planet Simon, I’m going to post my reply on here instead.
I don’t know much about this award but seems to be something you do to randomly select great blogger sna give them some love as an act of kindness. But I owuld like to say that blogging is something that has affected me more than I could have imagined, there are people who have come and sadly gone. The landscape is always changing but some just stay and they have a special place. Some of those aren’t mentioned here as Cyranny stole them from me… but they all know who they are. So with that I’ll shut up and I’ll just select them. But these are all bloggers that are great and deserve some kindness. I can…
Diana has another intriguing photo for her March prompt…
The Day The Moon Began To Disappear
A fine dust was falling from the sky, coating everything with a light, ethereal film. The dust settled on the ground like a warm snow fall, yet as I stepped upon it, my feet sank, as if in sand. The powder swallowed each foot and released it as it took it’s next step, leaving not a blemish upon its surface. A strange smell filled the atmosphere.
And that moon… it drew me closer and closer. The eerie glow from the eclipse was almost hypnotic.
I reached the point at which it looked like I was standing directly below this usually friendly satellite of the earth, then squinted upwards. The advice was to never look directly at the sun, but the moon was in the way so I felt no fear.
Until I realised that this dust appeared to be falling directly from the moon..
And that the moon was actually nowhere near the sun…
And that there was indeed a little man sat on this sphere…
Grating.
It all began to make sense… and yet it didn’t.
Now we know for sure that the moon really is made of cheese. The parmesan, stinky sort. That is what the smell had been.
And the ethereal feel of the earth?
Those shavings had taken away a side of the moonlight and laid it upon our surface instead.
But I Smile Anyway... 