I've always been fascinated by the moon, I can easily say that some of my best memories were sitting and simply looking up at the stars. Years ago, I wrote a poem about doing the aforementioned activity and how my father would tell me that Venus and Mars were in space waiting for humans to discover their secrets.
Last week the moon decided to do a little dance for most of the world to see, she moved from light to dark, from gray to the the color in the picture you see above all of these words. As I stood in total awe of her transformation, I couldn't help but think of all of the times I had missed her dance in the night sky.
I say this far too often, "Life is funny...." I would never have thought that I'd be standing on a bridge from 4a - 5:20a watching light move about an object which has seen the world transform below her ever so watchful gaze.
It was almost as though she was waiting for me to say something, to wave, to attempt to gain her attention but it had been so long since I'd seen her, I'd forgotten how to whisper, dream, and not stare. "Never wait for sometimes within the silence a voice needs to be heard..."
A few nights ago, the moon and me caught up with each other but the best exchange was our silence; she knew I was there and I took pictures of her (quietly) in order to prove she was there too.
Life is wild, the things which we see when we want to and the things we