Letters From The Barn: The Moon
The moon was beautiful tonight. I think. Someone called someone who called someone else who told me third hand to go outside and look at it. But by then it was cloudy. Apparently the clouds were not so prevalent in the beautiful orangey-moony-glow of the county next door. They have a lot of things over there that we don't. A traffic light. And, a gas station where you have to pump your own gas.
Believe it or not, all the stations near me still have folks who come out and do it for you. I know. We also have dinosaurs in our backyards as pets. Don't tell anyone. Dinosaur kibble is quite expensive and I wouldn't want anyone else to have to go to the trouble.
But back to the moon. Soon, we'll be having the harvest moon and the equinox. And then, those cold, clear and crisp winter skies. The ones where the stars stand out so brightly you almost cover your eyes from the shine. But you don't. As this kind of starburn is nice.
You want the stars and moon in your eyes. Or, at least your heart. You want the dreams that only come when you sit outside with your feet in the grass or the snow, depending. You want the crunch underfoot of leaves or sticks and you want to smell a warm fire or even a neighbor's bbq.
The sun is good for the daytime. It makes the crops grow and makes sure you wake up in the morning to go to work. Or, at least start the coffee and then call in sick. But the moon. The moon.
The moon is something else entirely. Whereas the sun is a stalwart, your best friend day in and day out, the moon is different. Not a friend, but more of a guide. A guide to night dreams of what you really want in life. Not just what you could have been, but what you still could be if you would only stop holding your breath and take one more step out into the moonlight. Good luck.
Author: Meriwether O' Connor