Morning Moon

She is the only thing I see. I can’t take my eyes of her. Yet, she remains invisible to the world. Showing her face only when dusk settles in. Her brightest moments right before dawn rises. 

Tonight, she is especially alive. Closer to me than I have ever felt before almost as if I kept driving west, I could possibly reach her. Hanging low in the trenches and glowing the streets impurities, she watches over the night. Silently guarding and protecting.

Image from National Geographic (none of my pictures even compared)

Image from National Geographic (none of my pictures even compared)

She is so bright but no one sees her. Not even attracting a second glance for most.  It’s almost as if someone took a giant pair of scissors to the black sky and cut out a perfectly rotund circle.  So apparent and predictable yet silently on guard. Softly overseeing your best interests as opposed to her counterpart.

She intrigues me and I want to follow. I want to believe in that feeling deep in my gut. She reminds me of that every morning right before she slips away and the dawn takes over her credit.