Goodnight Moon

My friend has to look at the moon for her astrology class. She has to look to the south at night and document how the moon looks.

Tonight the moon looked magnificent. So I texted the word "moon" to her.

She replied back, "where?"

I texted back, "in the sky."

Where I was I could see this sharp contrast between the moon to the south and clouds to the west. The moon was gorgeous. Half of it shining brightly through a thin white cloud made it seem for a minute that I was in the Twilight movie even though I didn't fear vampires taking me.

I wish it could be my desktop background.

So there I was driving west towards the darkness with the moon to my left shining into the dash of the car. The artist Mat Kearney playing through the stereo put it over the top. He has a line in the song "Lifeline" that I like.

"The world is too big to never ask why
The answers don't fall straight out of the sky
I'm fighting to live and feel alive
But I can't feel a thing without you by my side
Send me out a lifeline"

The moon is far away.

Life seems far away sometimes. You feel disconnected, alone, and distant.

Maybe we expect all our answers to come shooting out of the sky instead of looking right by our side. Maybe we're all blind to the thought that instead of something that is distance and imaginative what we're looking for is close and real. I can't feel a thing when I don't feel real, connected, or close. Everything seems grey, pointless, and lifeless. I feel as if there is no beauty of this world. Then that lifeline hits me and I take it. I feel saved by grace and this grey world suddenly has color, meaning, and feeling.

As I drove deeper the clouds got heavier and the light almost vanished. It felt like I was driving at midnight. The car lights seemed brighter than usual and the surrounding area seemed less detailed.

I think clouds are emotional.

If they're white and puffy they just soaked up some sun rays like little cotton balls. Low and dark means they're it's been a long day and I don't even think sunlight can brighten my day. If it rains, it's sad and if there is lighting, it's angry and abusive. Fog seems to me like it doesn't know what the future holds. We never describe our emotions with clouds.

"How are you doing?"

"Eh, partly cloudy. Might be fog tomorrow."

As I drove deeper into the clouds the moon eventually disappeared and as I unpacked my car all I could see what clouds and all I could feel was a cold wind against me. I wish the moon would come back to fight off the clouds.

I guess even mother nature has to sleep.

Goodnight Moon.