it's bright
Why is the moon out?
I do not remember seeing the glow of the moon as much as I have the past few weeks. I am not referring to the dark nights when its presence is obvious, but I'm referring to its visibility in the winter days. The winder days on the California coast do not compare to those in Minnesota. During the day, the moon was typically hidden from the naked eye, but at night, it would make the whole existence glow reflecting down upon the snow.
The more I look at it, the more intrigued I become. It's presently a fingernail above a nearby foothill. It almost looks like it's trying to find a place to hide. It must feel so naked when the lights are on. And I am reminded again of the wind. As motion continues around me, the moon stands still. Its glow radiates to the ends of the earth. My basic understanding of our universe is that the moon is 24,000 miles away from my current location, but as I stare, it draws me in closer and closer. Almost to the same neighborhood.
What a crazy thought that the moon I see will soon be visible to tribes in the Philippines. The same glow that I use to walk to and fro from classes at night illuminates children's' night games in Tennessee. It's one thing that connects every person, on every continent. It's one thing that we have all seen, that is that we have the capability to see. The more I think about it, the more my mind gets entangled in its beauty.
One night, driving home from Sacramento, it was hovering over the horizon. It was a bright yellow color, and it was 3 times its typical size I have ingrained in my memory. I just gazed at it while buildings and trees and houses were flashing in front of it. I soon forgot and was engaged in conversation to later discover the distance it had traveled over the sky. As it traveled upward, it fit back to the typical stereotyped size of a moon I have in my memory.
What a fascinating aspect of life.
I do not remember seeing the glow of the moon as much as I have the past few weeks. I am not referring to the dark nights when its presence is obvious, but I'm referring to its visibility in the winter days. The winder days on the California coast do not compare to those in Minnesota. During the day, the moon was typically hidden from the naked eye, but at night, it would make the whole existence glow reflecting down upon the snow.
The more I look at it, the more intrigued I become. It's presently a fingernail above a nearby foothill. It almost looks like it's trying to find a place to hide. It must feel so naked when the lights are on. And I am reminded again of the wind. As motion continues around me, the moon stands still. Its glow radiates to the ends of the earth. My basic understanding of our universe is that the moon is 24,000 miles away from my current location, but as I stare, it draws me in closer and closer. Almost to the same neighborhood.
What a crazy thought that the moon I see will soon be visible to tribes in the Philippines. The same glow that I use to walk to and fro from classes at night illuminates children's' night games in Tennessee. It's one thing that connects every person, on every continent. It's one thing that we have all seen, that is that we have the capability to see. The more I think about it, the more my mind gets entangled in its beauty.
One night, driving home from Sacramento, it was hovering over the horizon. It was a bright yellow color, and it was 3 times its typical size I have ingrained in my memory. I just gazed at it while buildings and trees and houses were flashing in front of it. I soon forgot and was engaged in conversation to later discover the distance it had traveled over the sky. As it traveled upward, it fit back to the typical stereotyped size of a moon I have in my memory.
What a fascinating aspect of life.
posted by ruthie at 7:27 PM
1 Comments:
interesting contrast between the constancy of the moon and its continual changes
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