I woke up 3am today just because I slept early. I always love waiting for the sunrise to come, how it colors the cloud after a dark starry night. Since its December, night time is longer than day.
I stayed at my veranda and waited for the color burst
5:15
5:30
5:45
My patience is letting me down, besides it is cold outside and the coat I’m wearing does not suffice the heavy blows of the yuletide air. I went back inside and lie down on my bed for a while, blank thoughts. Minutes passed and I remembered indeed I am just passing time.
Suddenly, fear creep in and I had a short conversation with myself.
“Do you really wanna see the sunrise, Sweet?”
“ Is it better to wish that all days be filled with stars and a smiling moon?”
“Sunrise would mean another day and you have no choice but to face it again. Are you sure about that?”
I don’t have to answer back, my feet just started to move and I found myself outside standing on a chair taking a picture of another magnificent day. That was 5:55 am
Then I remembered the moon.
I miss Luna, most especially when it’s full. The amazing beauty and the eccentric joy it brings to my heart but I just had this idea about the new moon, or perhaps a crescent one – half illuminated by the sun, just like the way it shined last night.
I just learned that crescent came from the Latin verb “crescere” meaning “ to grow”, I would love to see the moon grow, the period when it’s doing its best to get all the sun it needs. The imperative period before it reaches the full moon, I can just stay at my veranda – no, not to waste my time – but join the crescent moon in waiting as the sun illuminates it fully.
Moon and Sun, they’re equally stunning, equally significant.
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