Full Moon

Friday night I tried something which I always wanted to do. Walk the magic forest at night.

I startet going up just before 19.00. It was a bit scary; everything looks different in twilight.

Just below the contour path I turned left on a wider path, because it was very dark.

The city lights were shining below and the bright flood light of newlands stadium were nearly blinding me.

I sat down on a rock and started listening to the rhythm of the cricks. Sometimes close sometimes far away. Suddenly I noticed some clouds at the horizon becoming illuminated from the back.

Moon rise. I sat and watched until the full moon was up.

Everything was painted in a silvery light. Slowly I walked down again. The grass was high on the path and I was scared of snakes.

Under the trees it was really dark and I could not see the ground before me. I came to Newlands Stream and sat down in the middle of it on a rock. The water was telling stories. Ancient voices in a strange language. I sat at this stream many times before during day time but never heard it in such intensity.

The path through the rocks was well illuminated. At the pool are two benches. Leaning on a bench was a strong freshly cut branch. A walking stick or a weapon to defend me as a gift from the forest.

I took it along and it made me feel better at the most dangerous part of the walk. The path along the M3 back to my car.

I had a dream that night and draw a picture later. My Newlands Forest dream.