Exactly a week ago the moon was so full and bright, like daytime at night. It was so stunning that I stood outside on the street in the chilly night air and marvelled that my little house looked like a Reg Mombassa painting - such beauty in suburbia. Gazing at the sea of stars in the ink blue sky I was struck by the stillness and silence. The only noise was the clip clapping of the little dogs paws as I could hear him move from room to room in search of me.
So this is what my house looks like from outside in. There is a warmth and brightness that lives beyond the inside out. I like that.