The past few nights, as the moon has grown increasingly full, Stephen and I have taken turns waking up at around 5am or so and in the middle of our anxiety-provoked, insomniac wanderings around the apartment, taken a few moments to admire the black and white sky reflecting off the rooftops of Washington Heights. The photographs were admittedly disappointing, however, and we resigned ourselves to never really capturing the essence of the moon as it sinks ever lower in the early morning sky.
This morning, however, I woke up and was amazed to find the moon still there in the sky at 7:30, something I couldn't remember having ever seen before, at least from this vantage point. The second this thought occurred to me, it also occurred to me that I hadn't been paying attention, as so often happens in life.
Whatever the case, I was transfixed by the sight.
As much as I love the swirling orange and red tones of the sunset, there's also something appealing about the bolder hues and sharp edges of the morning light; watching a tugboat make it's way down the Hudson, I felt capable and energized, ready to face the inevitable difficulties of the day ahead.
But this sense of satisfaction lasted only a few moments, and I wished that the moon -- full as it was -- could have been even fuller, and setting more dramatically over the bridge instead of the ugly post-war New Jersey apartment buildings.
I told myself that in the modern world, anything is possible if you wish for it hard enough.
'All u have 2 do is pray hard enuf, and ur dreamz will come true.'
--Dante
i went out early this morning to walk the dog in the woods in and around Montpelier, VT, and was also struck by the morning moon.
Posted by: Mike Donofrio | 12/04/2009 at 11:01 AM