so I'm here waiting for plans to form and I decided to blog and I have two different things I want to blog about but instead of either of them I just stood on the balconey and looked out at my ever-changing view.
the moon is almost perfectly full tonight and it's reflecting on the lake like some kind of dream. The tiniest ripples cascade the circle of the moon into a billion points of silver and it's so beautiful I think I might just cry.
It's erased all the thought from my mind and all I want to do is stare at it out the computer window. How can this world be so bleak and grey one moment and so fantastical the next? I don't understand existence at all. What can all of this mean? If the medium is the message than what is the world trying to say?
Am I a throw-back? How come I can stare for hours at such a sight when so many people shrug and blow it off? I know, it'll be back tomorrow and every month for my entire life, but is continuity any reason for a lack of amazement? Am I the only person who sees this? Did television and the internet and the clog of a trillion electric lights remove any sense of amazement we as a species can find in natural light and natural beauty?
Perhaps I am just obsessed with water and light. Perhaps I must stop to consider that maybe the problem is me.
I can't get over how wondrous that view is. I'll appreciate it all alone if I must.
"She sees shooting stars and comet tails
She's got heaven in her eyes
She says I don't need to be an angel
But I'm nothing if I'm not this high
But we only stay in orbit
For a moment of time "
Naw, you're not crazy. I've had plenty of like moments. (And be lucky you're not in a light pollution filled city to ruin the view)
ReplyDeletewell I sort of am, but there's enough clear spots to see stuff...it's not nearly as bad as some cities....at least the lake makes a big dark spot...
ReplyDeleteIt's a helluva view.
ReplyDeletethat moon brought me to tears also....it was huge!!
ReplyDeletePsalm 19
For the director of music. A psalm of David.
1 The heavens declare the glory of God;
the skies proclaim the work of his hands.
2 Day after day they pour forth speech;
night after night they display knowledge.
3 There is no speech or language
where their voice is not heard. [a]