For the last few months I’ve had the same idea for a post, and I want to try out a new narration style. Thanks for your patience as I stretch my writing legs a bit.
Sitting all alone high in the morning sky, the strikingly full moon looked lonely. It sat there as if it had forgotten to go home when all its celestial friends left the sky after the nightly recess-is-over bell rang.
Its mood seemed to change, however, as I started driving to work. It played with me, playing hide and go seek behind trees and mountains, occasionally peaking out to make sure I was still there and searching for it.
Watching its playful spirit made me smile. What a wonderful way to start the day!
The game switched to keep away for the last part of my journey to work. It seemed like if I drove just that little bit farther I’d be able to touch it. It stayed with me all the way to my office. I felt as if a puppy had followed me home. “Mom, can I keep it?”
But grown up responsibilities got in the way, and I had to go into the building, leaving the moon alone. It was gone when I went out to check on it at my break. I hope it found someone else to follow.
When was the last time you noticed the moon following you? or What seemingly mundane natural object fills you with joy?