I love the moon. How it's a light in the dark, content with being silver in a golden world, how it can be both constant and changing at the same time. I love how it somehow elicits wonder in my heart every time I see it, day after day, as if it were somehow new and not nearly as old as time itself. I love the soft halo that encircles it and that I can stare at it as long as I like without hurting my eyes. And how when paired with clouds sweeping swiftly across it like a bellydancer's swirling veils and Beethoven's ninth playing on the radio it is the very definition of magic. It is a simple, primal joy...and for that, I am thankful:)
Ps. Did anyone laugh as hard as I did at 30 ROCK when Buzz Aldren yelled at the moon "I walked on your FACE!" Hahah! And he did! Amazing.
And how cool is it that we see the very same moon every night from our respective coasts?
ReplyDeleteDon't watch 30 Rock, but I laughed out loud at Big Bang Theory when they shot lasers at the moon on Monday :)