Since this photo was taken, the lyrics of Creedence Clearwater Revival’s famous song have been lurking in my head. Does that ever happen to you? Something seen or heard triggers a musical memory that becomes nearly impossible to shake? In all my years, I’d never seen a moon with a red halo and a weird, angry scowl like this one. It was huge and eerie. It definitely looked like a “bad” moon, a bad omen.
I was wide awake on June 23 and had just taken this photo, which had me feeling uneasy when my phone rang. A 2:09 am phone call is seldom good news. This one was my sister-in-law, telling me my brother had just passed away after a two decade battle with Parkinson’s. We will lay him to rest today.
I am wide awake again early this morning, hoping for a lovely sunrise to dispell some of the moon’s effect, but it’s foggy and there’s a storm and rain in the forecast. Right now it’s exceptionally still. No bird song greeting the new day, not a hint of breeze to rustle the leaves. I’m searching for a new song in an attempt to replace CCR, but my mind just seems stuck…”I see the bad moon a-rising. I see trouble on the way. I see hurricanes and lightning. I see bad times today.” “Don’t go around tonight. It’s bound to take your life. There’s a bad moon on the rise.”