Bella Luna, my beautiful beautiful moon, how you swoon me like no other...
The Lunar Eclipse,
The celebration of the passing of another defining moment. Not a particularly special moment, just another way to define the points in a life. I had the pleaure of spending this party with none other than a Corona Light and my own good company. All eyes toward the sky tonight and Amanda's were watching from the deck of The Speak Easy with a glass of wine (red i'm sure), and it was nice to know I wasn't alone for that moment. I imagined what everyone else was doing when the world stopped before it began all over again. Mom and dad were late to the scene and a little hurried but appreciative of my reminder, Molly is probably soaking up the moment in every which philosophical way with great people in the amazing weather that is SC in February, Ryan is probably too innebriated and depressed to care that there is a lunar eclipse and most likely has no interest in defining this point in his life, Aunt Jeneanne is watching from Africa with her brother Doug and maybe some creeping Giraffes in the background, Josiah tucked up into bed having no idea he will one day look forward to moments like this where you feel you can start over anew, and my latest love interest who is probably watching from the middle of Naomi street with his arms wrapped around his girlfriend. It is snowy outside tonight which makes for a nice romantic scene. Luckily I have broadened my definition of romantic so that I may include myself in the fun. The lack of the general term really taught me to recognize when I received the feeling of escape. Tonight looking at the creeping crescent, I felt as if I could be part of the romance for just a bit, despite the lack of a beating heart to share it with. Besides, Corona makes for excellent company and really knows how to make me feel good inside. I could have used a Coozie though with my hand freezing off my wrist and all. Sacrifices must be made I suppose! There will not be another lunar eclipse until 2015 when I am 27 years old. I find it hard to imagine much will be different but I know that it will. If I take away no other lesson from tonight, I should take away this: Time will always march on. It's nice to know that there is something out there out of my control. No matter what I do, in my 27th year the sun, earth, and moon will align and another surreal moment will be set upon the top of what I hope to be a heafty pile of memories. My only wish for the next is that I will upgrade my company from a Corona Light to a regular with a lime, or maybe i'll really shoot for the moon and get a beau. <3
The celebration of the passing of another defining moment. Not a particularly special moment, just another way to define the points in a life. I had the pleaure of spending this party with none other than a Corona Light and my own good company. All eyes toward the sky tonight and Amanda's were watching from the deck of The Speak Easy with a glass of wine (red i'm sure), and it was nice to know I wasn't alone for that moment. I imagined what everyone else was doing when the world stopped before it began all over again. Mom and dad were late to the scene and a little hurried but appreciative of my reminder, Molly is probably soaking up the moment in every which philosophical way with great people in the amazing weather that is SC in February, Ryan is probably too innebriated and depressed to care that there is a lunar eclipse and most likely has no interest in defining this point in his life, Aunt Jeneanne is watching from Africa with her brother Doug and maybe some creeping Giraffes in the background, Josiah tucked up into bed having no idea he will one day look forward to moments like this where you feel you can start over anew, and my latest love interest who is probably watching from the middle of Naomi street with his arms wrapped around his girlfriend. It is snowy outside tonight which makes for a nice romantic scene. Luckily I have broadened my definition of romantic so that I may include myself in the fun. The lack of the general term really taught me to recognize when I received the feeling of escape. Tonight looking at the creeping crescent, I felt as if I could be part of the romance for just a bit, despite the lack of a beating heart to share it with. Besides, Corona makes for excellent company and really knows how to make me feel good inside. I could have used a Coozie though with my hand freezing off my wrist and all. Sacrifices must be made I suppose! There will not be another lunar eclipse until 2015 when I am 27 years old. I find it hard to imagine much will be different but I know that it will. If I take away no other lesson from tonight, I should take away this: Time will always march on. It's nice to know that there is something out there out of my control. No matter what I do, in my 27th year the sun, earth, and moon will align and another surreal moment will be set upon the top of what I hope to be a heafty pile of memories. My only wish for the next is that I will upgrade my company from a Corona Light to a regular with a lime, or maybe i'll really shoot for the moon and get a beau. <3