It's been- once again- too long since I've written. This time, though, I'm at a public library. I'm thoroughly convinced that our home computer is in the process of dying.
I haven't had much time to daydream lately, as I managed to let some of my Summer school work to slip until the last possible minute. As things stand, I have to complete a timeline and a book, answer questions which correspond to said book, create a poster, write a summary and a reaction paper. I also have to make sure I know the meanings of each of a list of Biology vocabulary words, can sketch a world map, locate the Galapagos Islands and trace Darwin's route. School *technically* starts in 6 days. Surprisingly, though, I'm not all that worried.
Right now, I'm taking a break. I just finished looking up the information for the timeline and the maps for memorization. I have twenty minutes left on this computer, and then I plan on making a reservation with a "workstation" computer so as to do the time line.
Apart from the work I have yet to complete, I'm actually quite excited for school to start. It's now been two months since I've had a daily structured routine, and I'm quite ready for it to restart. I think the biggest thing I'll miss is riding my bike everywhere. In theory, I could ride on weekend, but the snow here makes it hazardous and nearly impossible on public roads. But-- can't complain. I won't allow myself to.
I very nearly forgot until just now. The moon was full last night. I react in a very extreme way to the full moon on a clear night. Better if it's a late summer's night.
So in the midst of my reading a bright light caught my eye, like an old friend waving from the back yard. As I turned a page in the book, the soft paper shifting between my fingers, I looked absently out the back door. There hung a bright silvery orb, low in the sky. The light was exquisite, blanketing the grass and the trees in something so soft and so magical that it almost seems to whisper as it is reflected from object to eye. Without thinking, I pulled the smooth string of my bookmark to take the place of my waiting thumb, and the book settled onto the table as I rose to my feet.
Face pressed to the glass, I saw the cold crisp light of the moon dance through the air, come to a rest in the clean dew which had itself just landed upon the grass. Worried by my strange behavior, my dog walked close to my feet, snatching away my attention with the soft caress of his fur. Startled, I brightly said, "Wanna go out?" He reacted by prancing in a circle and running towards where we let him out on a long leash by the back of the house. I followed him in a trance, gently taking in collar in between my fingers and coaxing the door open. The refreshing unfiltered light fell across my arms and face, slipping in through my pores and making me into a new being. As I allowed the cold metal clasp to close around the dog's collar, I stood up and spread my arms wide, embracing the moon and feeling the light like liquid static flowing in through my pupils, bathing ever cell of my being in magic.
The dog trotted further out into the yard, glowing with the light of the Great Luna. Slowly then I lowered my arms, placing my hands in front of me, palms up, so that I could see the light reflecting off my hand. I inhaled deeply, almost convinced that if I tried hard enough, I could become part of Luna herself, a walking creature of moonlight and magic, purifying the Earth with clean, cool white light. I felt the moonlight on my tongue, playing over my nerves like a snake charmer softly convincing the creature to trust, to obey. I myself was unsure whether I was charmer or snake, predator or prey, or perhaps the charm itself, a vehicle through which all might be made right, a tool for purification of life by Luna. Bringing my hands together, I realized something beautiful. Moonlight can never touch itself. Even if one were to place his hand to the moon, his hand would cast a shadow onto its surface. Because the moon itself is no more than a mirror. I revelled in the simplicity of the idea that had never before occurred to me as I turned my back on my beautiful friend and walked indoors. Though Luna is in my mind a force which deserves the utmost praise, I know in reality that She is no more than a product of physics and that to spend time giving undue worship would be the greatest of fool's errands.
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