A giant full moon dragged itself up over the trees, so large and slow it seemed reluctant to emerge into the dusty pink of the evening sky. I felt like it was pulling me home as I followed its bright presence, disappearing and reappearing from behind hills and trees and houses. The magical otherworldliness of the moon never ceases to fascinate me.
By Amie Brûlée
Amie Brûlée is a musician, performer, teacher and researcher. She sings, plays piano, double bass and ukulele, unearths old songs and writes new ones. Amie also has a PhD in wine and anthropology and adores teaching wine tasting, gastronomy and song-writing. Amie lives in central Victoria with a house full of instruments, a head full of songs and a cellar full of wine.View all of Amie Brûlée's posts.