Sunday, January 21, 2007
Suddenly it was evening. Windows were flung open in hope of wind, but there was none. The tense, afternoon air was still trapped inside the house. The cicadas shrilled in the dusty trees, and the fireflies fluttered about in the dim part of the empty lot beside our home, vague and restless in the twilight.
The moon slowly ascended above the houses, swollen and yellow in the young evening. Darkness rose like a mist from the yard. Beyond the halo of the street lamp, the leaves of the trees had caught the first ray of the moon; a radiance that was spreading in the sky. The moon was gradually brightening and silvering.
The clean moonlight finally gleamed down upon the town. It looked majestic up in the night sky, making the leaves look like sheathed daggers and silver robes. As I walked in the moon-white empy streets, past the mute shuttered houses, I sensed something cold. The wind finally blew a strong gust, one that would send shivers down your spine. The wind shattered the stillness of the hour, the moon and the wind were like comrades together, against the huge, deep and silver night.
The moon had completely transformed the town. The streets looked wider and cleaner, the lights of the cars added up a patch of light in the darkness of the night. The houses assumed loveliness in the wash of the moonlight. As I gazed up at the moon; the moon would lift me up, soaring away to the center of the night. For a moment, it was only between the moon and myself, alive with light. I could feel the moon's heart beating.
Here I am once again, dreaming under the bright and soundless moonlight sky.
*sorry for the lame post (as I see it)
The moon slowly ascended above the houses, swollen and yellow in the young evening. Darkness rose like a mist from the yard. Beyond the halo of the street lamp, the leaves of the trees had caught the first ray of the moon; a radiance that was spreading in the sky. The moon was gradually brightening and silvering.
The clean moonlight finally gleamed down upon the town. It looked majestic up in the night sky, making the leaves look like sheathed daggers and silver robes. As I walked in the moon-white empy streets, past the mute shuttered houses, I sensed something cold. The wind finally blew a strong gust, one that would send shivers down your spine. The wind shattered the stillness of the hour, the moon and the wind were like comrades together, against the huge, deep and silver night.
The moon had completely transformed the town. The streets looked wider and cleaner, the lights of the cars added up a patch of light in the darkness of the night. The houses assumed loveliness in the wash of the moonlight. As I gazed up at the moon; the moon would lift me up, soaring away to the center of the night. For a moment, it was only between the moon and myself, alive with light. I could feel the moon's heart beating.
Here I am once again, dreaming under the bright and soundless moonlight sky.
*sorry for the lame post (as I see it)
