The full moon seemed so close I felt I could touch it. It followed me around the neighborhood, a silver-faced observer checking my pace and step. It must have approved, for it just hung out there, silent. As a matter of fact, it was still there an hour later when morning chased away the dark cloak of the night and when Meg and I drove to work. It was less distinguishable in the bright blue sky, but it was there, hanging low, almost resting on the electrical cables along the road.
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
Under the full moon
It was definitely the brightest part of the sky during my insomniac 7 k run at 5am this morning.The full moon seemed so close I felt I could touch it. It followed me around the neighborhood, a silver-faced observer checking my pace and step. It must have approved, for it just hung out there, silent. As a matter of fact, it was still there an hour later when morning chased away the dark cloak of the night and when Meg and I drove to work. It was less distinguishable in the bright blue sky, but it was there, hanging low, almost resting on the electrical cables along the road.
The full moon seemed so close I felt I could touch it. It followed me around the neighborhood, a silver-faced observer checking my pace and step. It must have approved, for it just hung out there, silent. As a matter of fact, it was still there an hour later when morning chased away the dark cloak of the night and when Meg and I drove to work. It was less distinguishable in the bright blue sky, but it was there, hanging low, almost resting on the electrical cables along the road.
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