No Title. Just Random Thought.
"The moon," she began, "hides secrets. It only comes out at night and it changes its moods on a whim." She looked up from her journal and looked at the full moon. "You're bright and cheery tonight. Makes me wonder what secret you're hiding." She sighed a light sigh and put her chin in her hands. "I hope it's a happy secret. The sun, unlike you, hides nothing. But, unlike you, he is harsh and savage sometimes. Even in your harshest moods, you're never truly harsh."
She resumed writing in her journal. "The sun is always warm, and the moon is often cold, but the sun, unlike the moon, can be harsh and savage and make you seek shel..." She paused. "Somehow, 'shelter' doesn't seem the right word." She put the pencil in her mouth and hah-hummed for a moment. She smiled and scratched out shelter and instead wrote "a haven of cool shade. The moon, on the other hand, despite being cold and distant, is actually quite warm and welcoming. She never makes you feel like hiding. She welcomes you to stay out in her presence with a grace and a compassion that you don't get from the sun." She looked at what she wrote and shrugged. "I don't know. Something doesn't seem right about this." She looked up at the moon and sighed a heavier sigh. "How can one person possibly write about what all is good and lovely about you? I hope that when I get to heaven, God allows me to see you on a nightly basis. If life isn't life without you, dearest moon, what would death be like if I couldn't gaze upon your secretive loveliness? I should suppose it would not be worth it."
She set her journal aside and blew out the candle. "I shall bid thee a good night, dear moon, and I'll see you upon the morrow's eve."
She resumed writing in her journal. "The sun is always warm, and the moon is often cold, but the sun, unlike the moon, can be harsh and savage and make you seek shel..." She paused. "Somehow, 'shelter' doesn't seem the right word." She put the pencil in her mouth and hah-hummed for a moment. She smiled and scratched out shelter and instead wrote "a haven of cool shade. The moon, on the other hand, despite being cold and distant, is actually quite warm and welcoming. She never makes you feel like hiding. She welcomes you to stay out in her presence with a grace and a compassion that you don't get from the sun." She looked at what she wrote and shrugged. "I don't know. Something doesn't seem right about this." She looked up at the moon and sighed a heavier sigh. "How can one person possibly write about what all is good and lovely about you? I hope that when I get to heaven, God allows me to see you on a nightly basis. If life isn't life without you, dearest moon, what would death be like if I couldn't gaze upon your secretive loveliness? I should suppose it would not be worth it."
She set her journal aside and blew out the candle. "I shall bid thee a good night, dear moon, and I'll see you upon the morrow's eve."