Driving home after dark this evening, I observed a waxing moon. It reminded me of what I wrote, but did not post, back in May. Hope you like it.
As I arose at 5:00 am on Friday, the light of bright moonbeams shone through a south-facing window at the front of the house, cut through the open doorway facing the upstairs hall, and came to rest in the form of an irregularly luminous triangle splashed against the hallway wall.
Walking towards the source, I turned into the empty room towards the south window to discover the origin of that calming light. There, in the skies, framed between a large oak to the left of the front lawn and a tall hardwood evergreen to the right, was the brilliant disc of the moon.
Broad rays of silver energy poured through the windowpane and onto the dark green of the Christmas cactus sitting on its tall stand, covering it in silvery-white. These quiet intruders of light then completed their journey towards the hallway, spattering the carpet and the side of the open door with their peaceful radiance. They seemed to be saying, “Welcome to the coming day.”
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