Supermoon

After weeks of an entirely inappropriate build up, the Supermoon finally came visible. Given the overblown media response, one would expect something anti-climactic but no, it was exactly as advertised, brilliant, and yes, big. Even as the moon rose above the tree line, it retained its resplendence. Later as it approached its apex, it was still in full magnificence, dazzling to the point of otherworldliness.

During its ascent to its zenith, the stars seemed to cower before it. Constellations that ordinarily achieve prominence simply reduced to a fade; the usually glorious Orion crouched against the far horizon. The remaining stars followed suit. The moon continued to gain prominence, while the stars dimmed in attendant consequence. In this fashion, the stars ultimately petered out leaving the garishly glittering moonlight the sole source of light in the night sky.

Eventually, this moon came to dominate the whole of the night sky. The lack of sunlight proved the sole determinant of this transient darkness. When the moon at last set, darkness would once again pervade over all, of this I was convinced entirely. With this surreal moon gone, the world would revert to its old ways, without this otherworldly situation dimmed, nothing could return to ways developed beyond this, consequently, this is how things must go on.

I slept before these events ensued; this evening should reveal what exactly is in store. Before long, the prodigious presence will once again prevail. I must exert whatever wiles I may until I have closure from this striking reality. At present, I sit in daylight and await the coming denouement of recent affairs. This is a time of chronic events; soon the light will resume its alliance with that of another time.

After all, this may be a prevarication, a simple case of something based on nothing. In the end, some things never simply crop up; they come around with an awful efficiency, some sort of preternatural symmetry. Along the way, they break through the natural order of things, adhering to a plan beyond the comprehension of ordinary folks, waiting on an opportunity that may never come. These live their lives as if they hold one more moment in a long line of moments dedicated to the premise that the next just might hold the key.

Moreover, whatever is will be; whatever is not will change.

© Stephen Alexander 2011