
I can hardly wait to row out to a dark place on the lake tomorrow night, to watch the supermoon rising.
For at a time when the darkness of fascism is descending on America, threatening to turn that country into a police state, or the Mad State of Trump.
At a time when so many of our neighbours are so stunned, so full of despair, and so angry.
I think that big old moon couldn't be a more hopeful symbol of what is about to happen.