Channeling my Inner Noodle

Day
Beach.Waves.Sun.
I´m halfway through the biography of Eva Peron.
I am so relaxed that I feel like a wet noodle.

Dusk
Walking along the beach looking for sea shells.

Evening
I buy a quiche and a pomelo soda (they really should import these) and sit at a lookout point above the shore.
The moon rises right out of the horizon, pink, round, and full.
I have never seen anything like it before.