IT WAS one of those storm-torn winter twilights when a long, flat cloud was scudding westwards across the sky, low down near the horizon. The top edge of the cloud frothed like an angry sea.
As I watched, the spike of a crescent moon came slowly up out of the cloud. It seemed to be racing eastward against the cloud and, as it sliced through that angry sea in the sky, it was the dorsal fin of a great white shark. I was watching a shark in the sky.
That was many years ago – probably around the time of the film Jaws, which was probably why I was aware of great whites just then. But I have never forgotten the magic of that darkening sky. And again and again since then I have seen that speeding fin among the clouds. I call it my ‘shark moon’.
I have often told friends about my shark moon. And some of them now see it for themselves. They even look for it, whenever a crescent moon and scudding storm clouds meet together in a twilit sky. Perhaps you too have seen it. #