Sunday November 13, 2016

This is the month of the super moon, when the moon is closer to the earth than normal. The moon won’t be this close again until 2034. So if I subtract the year 2034 from the current year 2016, that equals 28 years. And my age plus 28 equals 101. Meaning I probably won’t be alive by the time the next super moon arrives. Or maybe I will be alive but I will be too frail to go outside and look up at the night sky. Whatever, I must go outside and look for the moon, especially when it rises and appears on the horizon.

Last night the moon was shining clearly, but not as large as it will be tomorrow night, the penultimate night. Last night the moon’s cold, dispassionate light shone down on all of us humans with our worries and wars and riots, our kindness and our cruelties, our fear of the other and our defense of the different. The moon has shone like this on mankind in similar circumstances and never blinked its eye or turned its face away. It is no different now. The moon shines, the owl calls through the trees, and the deer lie down on my hill top, dark shadows under the moon.