I am driving home from work - Wednesdays are my late night at the library - and I am suddenly greeted by the most glorious moon - round and full and yellow and smiling, gliding past a wisp of cloud like some ethereal goddess. I can see why people find it reasonable to worship such amazing beauty. The eerie light illumines all sorts of magical mischief. Plants seem to dance and sway, night animals appear suddenly along the road side, scurrying to some rendezvous in the meadow. My car wants to join the fun. And I, tired as I am, find myself humming a catchy little tune and drumming my fingertips on the steering wheel. It is a night for mystery and wildness. Alas, I have no energy for such shenanigans and against my inner urging, I only drive home and park in my usual place. I plod up the steps to my apartment, waving goodbye to mistress moon. Another night, dear friend. Another night when I am not so old and so wornout. Adieu.
Thursday, April 12, 2012
Extraordinary Moon
I am driving home from work - Wednesdays are my late night at the library - and I am suddenly greeted by the most glorious moon - round and full and yellow and smiling, gliding past a wisp of cloud like some ethereal goddess. I can see why people find it reasonable to worship such amazing beauty. The eerie light illumines all sorts of magical mischief. Plants seem to dance and sway, night animals appear suddenly along the road side, scurrying to some rendezvous in the meadow. My car wants to join the fun. And I, tired as I am, find myself humming a catchy little tune and drumming my fingertips on the steering wheel. It is a night for mystery and wildness. Alas, I have no energy for such shenanigans and against my inner urging, I only drive home and park in my usual place. I plod up the steps to my apartment, waving goodbye to mistress moon. Another night, dear friend. Another night when I am not so old and so wornout. Adieu.
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