simmer dim dreams

This is the picture I didn’t take.

One night on Unst, I woke out of deep sleep, the room full of moonlight. I got up from my bed to gaze out of the window. The just past full moon was reflected, refracted, in the shiny dark molten steel sea. The sky, paler than the sea, still held onto its midsummer night light.

Too bound by sleep to work a camera, I returned to bed, and dreamed anew of lights dancing in northern skies.

I woke the next morning with the scene burnt into my mind.


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