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Shoot for the Moon. Even if you miss it, you will land among the stars. ~~Les Brown
Moonlight is sculpture; sunlight is painting. ~~Nathaniel Hawthorne
We ran as if to meet the moon. ~~Robert Frost
It is a beautiful and delightful sight to behold the body of the Moon. ~~Galileo Galilei
Don't tell me the moon is shining; show me the glint of light on broken glass. ~~Anton Chekhov
You cannot look up at the night sky on the Planet Earth and not wonder what it's like to be up there amongst the stars. And I always look up at the moon and see it as the single most romantic place within the cosmos. ~~Tom Hanks
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Sunday evening, at ten PM, my hubby and I jumped in the truck and went to chase down the moon. Easily two hours past bedtime (we are up at 4 AM), we were off to try to find some treeless space in Michigan. We try heading due north, hoping to see the moon as it crests the trees at the far edge of a field, perhaps. After going almost to the next town, we turned and headed back south. At one point, we pulled over on the side of the road, hoping that just giving it time would prove successful. So there we were, parked on the side of basically a back road at 10:30 at night. We joked about 'going parking' and laughed. Then hubby reached over and kissed me. It was nice and lasted a moment or so. Then a car came from behind us and blasted their horn. We both jumped. Then laughed. Still no moon, although there was now a bit of a glow in the sky which, (so typical of Michigan), was now becoming cloudy.
We got back to our town and turned to head towards another town where we both thought there might be a good viewing place. I was surprised at how much traffic there was. Lots of cars all rushing somewhere. We just thought it would be cool to 'see' the blue moon. Not that it would 'be' blue, of course, but it is just rare enough that it was a different thing to do. We've done it before and expect we 'crazy kids' will do it again. Let's face it - at 74 and 72, you simply 'do' these kinds of things when the opportunity presents itself. We pulled over again and waited for the glow to get over the trees. We talked of when man first stepped on the moon and how we were both watching it on TV, then running outside to look up into the sky trying to imagine what it would be like. I remember being so excited. I also remember thinking how fun it was to be up waaay beyond bedtime. And my hubby remarked that here we were doing it again. We laughed, and just then, clouds parted, and there was the full moon. We sat there a while just enjoying the moment, my hand in his.
In the dark of back-roads night, there was just the light of the moon and the stars. We identified Venus, Mars, and Jupiter. The fields and trees nearby were silvered in moon-glow. Across the road, on his side of the car, we saw movement. A hugely pregnant doe wandered nose down to the grass in the field. She raised her head and looked skyward. She looked towards us, and apparently, feeling safe, went back to her grazing. We saw a few lightning bugs glittering in the field as if the universe came clear down to the ground. Hubby mentioned he figured that I'd figure there was a poem in that. I smiled. He knows me well.
A jet flew high overhead towards the west. The lights on the plane seemed smaller than some of the stars we could see. We spoke of Maui and wondered where the plane was headed. I took pictures of 'our' blue moon as we talked some on our plan for a trip to Maui next February. So quiet. So peaceful. Then he slapped at a mosquito.
Windows up, he started the truck, and we headed home, leaving the full moon to shine on behind us. In the driveway, we looked once more at the moon playing hide and seek in the trees across our little road. I told him I was glad we did this. He agreed that he was too. Then we headed inside before the dogs woke up the entire neighborhood.
I jotted down some poem ideas as I lay in bed: the universe coming to the ground, the doe, the blue moon, the solitude, hubby's kiss, chasing the moon, wanting to drive east so we'd be 'closer' to the moon (how silly!), and more. So many ideas flowed when I thought about that two-hour window in time. Almost anything can birth a poem if we just think about it.
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