Another full moon. The night air was warm and still. No breeze. I walked down the little hill to the Promenade. There was something on the beach. I stood still and stared. A goose. A grey lag goose was standing by the water’s edge, it’s neck stretched upwards towards the sky.
Aren’t geese freshwater creatures? It was perplexing to see it there. It felt wrong. It displaced me. Was it lost? As I walked I kept turning to see if it was still there. The moon had turned it white.