On this day, the first of December, I was mooned. Continuously.....
This morning under a deep greyblue dramatic sky I spotted the moon glowing in the west over the river horizon. Caught by predawn reflections, it was on fire....... a large golden orb of light so grand it seemed like a shining illusion. I've never seen anything quite like it........didn't quite believe my own eyes. It only lasted a few minutes and then it was gone...... the lit up moon disappeared.
When daylight arrived it reappeared, dressed in white. This moon hung on high all day long ......... or was it a reflection? The skies held onto a robin's egg blue shade, with clouds so perfectly puffy it felt like the vista was really a canvas creation rendered by an artist. It didn't seem real.
At the end of my workday, around 5pm, I hopped in my car to head home. The sky was an indigo blue and the perfectly puffy clouds had all but disappeared. Perched on top of the silver metal roof, which adorns a big rambling blue house was the moon again. Round full......... persistantly bold, framed by the brick chimney and the roof pitch like it was wedged in there ..... like it was trying to play hide and seek.
By the time I had to turn around and head back out into the December evening to teach my Counselling class, that crazy moon had unhooked from the rooftops and floated up over the river glimmering in city lights. I drove east towards it, hoping we would meet up face to face. But it always stayed the same distance away from me. How did it do that?
Tonight, as I walked to my car after teaching my class on campus, I looked for the moon again. It didn't disappoint me. There it was, glowing a flourescent hum inside a midnight blue sky high above the old oak trees.... their bare branches silouetted by lamplight. I swear it winked at me.
Hey sassy moon! Tomorrow you'll be full. Then what? The full monty??