It was a starless night, like any other night in this city. Not that its starless of course, but because the lights of the city often drown out the starlight. As they say the more lights in a city, the less lights in the sky. But I wasn't looking for stars. I was looking at the full moon, shining ever so brightly. Its crevices and imperfect surface shone with the rest of it. There was definately beauty in its imperfection.
It seems lonely in the sky, but technically its never alone is it? The stars are still there even if you can't see them. Even its bright glow is never its own, but a reflection from the sun which is providing its warmth on the other side of the world at the moment. A world apart, but they might as well be neighbours, compared to the vastness of the heavens. Feelings of solitude fill me up, as if suddenly envious at the realisation that the moon wasn't as lonely as I was.
I put my palm up to the sky while looking at the moon between my fingertips, and tried to reach out to it. I then clenched my fist and laughed at myself. Silly me. Of course I couldn't reach that. I'm not even a romantic to have such contemplations in the first place. I found the random musing amusing.
I then turned away and went back towards the artificial inviting glow of my home, away from the moon beams that were reaching out to me.
No comments:
Post a Comment