With the rain of the last several days, I've missed seeing the moon. Tonight she is bright in the sky, a gently gilded milky moon. I always take a bit of comfort from the fact that this same moon shone down over my faraway friends and family to the east this very night, and will continue on her course until she's embraced the whole of the planet. It makes the world feel a more comprehensible size. It puts to mind all that we share here on this big, blue marble. I love that moonlight belongs to no one and everyone. It's a beautiful thing.
I love the timelessness of moonlight, I love the 'sameness' of this moon. She is every bit the same moon tonight as she was thirty years ago when my mother and I gave in to her invitation to bask in the moonlight, when we exchanged pyjamas for swimming suits late one hot summer's night. What an invitation that can be, all silent and silver, when she spills her abundance of light over the midnight waters of the St. Lawrence! She crafts a shimmering, shifting mosaic, a band of light puckered and rippled and cut like diamonds by the velvet black of the waves. What a glorious feeling it is, to pull one's arms through the water and the light. Yes. It's a beautiful thing.
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