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Moonlight
When I first moved off-campus with Sam, the moonlight would fall into my room at certain points of the year, and I remember the first time I saw it I was so impressed and so excited, I told Sam about it right away. Sam, being her usual blase self, said, "of course it's moonlight. What else could it be?"
The first time I'd ever seen really natural moonlight was when I went to visit my grand-aunt Grace in Oregon, in 1994. She had a farm far out away from any town, and my brother, father and I slept in the same room. One night, while entering the room, I saw this white, bright, light on the floor, and I remember it was so luminous I was scared and convinced it was a ghost. My father laughed at me, told me it's moonlight, and proceeded to walk into the room with me to the window where it came through. I remember marvelling at the shadow, at how stark the light was, the amazing contrast.
I took a walk on a beach in 1995, with my Auntie Honey. It was a holiday to the east coast and we stayed in a little chalet by the sea, and at night I thought it would be nice to go for a walk with her along the beach. So we did, and I noticed the faint moonlight on the beach, took note of the shadows under us.
In so many populated areas, where lampposts are considered to be a good because then it lights up streets, there is so much light, not a whole lot of natural light gets through. I saw the moon out, to be sure, but if I looked out my window, I'd see so much light. I think it counts as a kind of pollution, even, because it kind of messes up the local ecology, having so much light.
In this apartment, I get the moon in my room often, particularly during summer. I had a white blanket during summer, and I love to look at how the moon illuminates my blanket.
Tonight, it's doing the same. The past few days have been rainy, but as if to make up for it, the full moon of the month is amazingly, heartbreakingly beautiful, perfectly round and richly bright. It just pours in.
I've been laying on the bed with all the lights off, just staring up at the moon. It's such a serene sight. It says nothing, but it looks so profound.
I always wonder what the moon is thinking.
The last time I marvelled at the moon like this, I had someone with me. We gazed up and made pithy comments about how beautiful it was, how we take it for granted, how we don't notice these things. Then we fell silent and spent one moment looking at it some more.
I wish it was the same now.
It's a shame how we don't notice these natural wonders anymore, or when we do, we pay it a passing note and then move on with our lives.
I'd like another night like this sometime soon.
The first time I'd ever seen really natural moonlight was when I went to visit my grand-aunt Grace in Oregon, in 1994. She had a farm far out away from any town, and my brother, father and I slept in the same room. One night, while entering the room, I saw this white, bright, light on the floor, and I remember it was so luminous I was scared and convinced it was a ghost. My father laughed at me, told me it's moonlight, and proceeded to walk into the room with me to the window where it came through. I remember marvelling at the shadow, at how stark the light was, the amazing contrast.
I took a walk on a beach in 1995, with my Auntie Honey. It was a holiday to the east coast and we stayed in a little chalet by the sea, and at night I thought it would be nice to go for a walk with her along the beach. So we did, and I noticed the faint moonlight on the beach, took note of the shadows under us.
In so many populated areas, where lampposts are considered to be a good because then it lights up streets, there is so much light, not a whole lot of natural light gets through. I saw the moon out, to be sure, but if I looked out my window, I'd see so much light. I think it counts as a kind of pollution, even, because it kind of messes up the local ecology, having so much light.
In this apartment, I get the moon in my room often, particularly during summer. I had a white blanket during summer, and I love to look at how the moon illuminates my blanket.
Tonight, it's doing the same. The past few days have been rainy, but as if to make up for it, the full moon of the month is amazingly, heartbreakingly beautiful, perfectly round and richly bright. It just pours in.
I've been laying on the bed with all the lights off, just staring up at the moon. It's such a serene sight. It says nothing, but it looks so profound.
I always wonder what the moon is thinking.
The last time I marvelled at the moon like this, I had someone with me. We gazed up and made pithy comments about how beautiful it was, how we take it for granted, how we don't notice these things. Then we fell silent and spent one moment looking at it some more.
I wish it was the same now.
It's a shame how we don't notice these natural wonders anymore, or when we do, we pay it a passing note and then move on with our lives.
I'd like another night like this sometime soon.