A Moment
I sit outside and stare towards the horizon. Hovering above it all is a sliver of the waxing moon, soaring over grey silhouettes of clouds outlined in orange. The orange climbs and fades into a deepening blue and starless sky. As I listen to a song of simple life, I watch the moon soar. She seems to rock gently, climbing steadily on invisible wings. The stillness of the air around me brings me into a peaceful calm.
Somewhere, hundreds of miles away from me, another person gets my message and stares up at the rising moon in the same sky. For a moment we connect. Someone I call friend is watching the same moon.
Somewhere out there, I also wonder if one of my ancestors are perhaps watching as well. Perhaps time really is wibbly-wubbly, and somehow, at this exact moment, in another time all together, the moon is shining just as brightly and just the same. Perhaps the moon has become ageless, suspended in time up there. Perhaps I share this connection with far more than just myself and this friend at this one single time.
Perhaps.
Somewhere, hundreds of miles away from me, another person gets my message and stares up at the rising moon in the same sky. For a moment we connect. Someone I call friend is watching the same moon.
Somewhere out there, I also wonder if one of my ancestors are perhaps watching as well. Perhaps time really is wibbly-wubbly, and somehow, at this exact moment, in another time all together, the moon is shining just as brightly and just the same. Perhaps the moon has become ageless, suspended in time up there. Perhaps I share this connection with far more than just myself and this friend at this one single time.
Perhaps.