The moon looked down like the unblinking eye of a detached and distant ancestor. Only the brightest of stars were visible. The river, almost completely covered by its icy carapace shimmered like liquid mercury. There was a low illumination given off by the reflecting snow that could best be described as mystical.
We walked up to the old gravel quarry on the west end of town, no headlamps needed. It wasn't terribly cold out. Although, I was a little disappointed we didn't partake of any spiced rum. Still, the company and walkabout itself was worth it. Then again, when isn't a walkabout worth it?
The moon looked on impassively, and, there was mystical comfort in that...
I have greatly enjoyed the moon these past few nights. It's radiance has been absolutely amazing. I love the moon much more than the sun. Maybe I'm a vampire.
ReplyDeleteIt'd just suck to be a vampire...
DeleteHa!
Lifetimes ago, there was someone I was acquainted with with whom we'd always be calling one another to check out the moon, but that's another story.
Encased in dense fog for days--and nights--it wasn't until this morning when it finally lifted that I realized there had been a full moon.
ReplyDeleteThanks to your walkabout, I didn't miss it after all. :D
This morning's moon over the ridge line was pretty impressive. Of course, this time of year, the light from the moon and distant stars is the only direct light we get on the house.
Deletewell. I missed it. and i usually wouldn't. but even if i had seen it, i couldn't describe it quite like you do.
ReplyDeleteAwww shucks. Thank you. Was it just cloudy down there?
DeleteI have no idea. I had my face turned toward a book.
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