We had an early morning date with the full moon. It was meant to set just before 7, so Jan and I took our tea and rusks and went to find a spot on the spine of Signal Hill. You could say we had booked the best seat in the house. In the west, the full gold moon would sink into the ocean, while in the east the red new sun would rise.
But it was not to be. Signal Hill was covered in thick mist. Instead of the full moon extravaganza, we had the morning of crystals.
The first watsonia of summer and the blue babianas flowering along the path were splashed in droplets. The mosque was in misty soft focus and the silk on the kramats of Islam's holy men sank into a deeper, wet colour.
No full moon, but diamonds everywhere.
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| Kramat at the mosque on Signal Hill. |
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