Out here where I live in the Oregon country, we usually don’t pull the shades down when we sleep; it’s better to be a part of the forest, the night sky, the rising dawn. But last night I was surprised by the urgency of the moon; full, very yellow, huge in the sky.
I watched it for a long time, as it slowly set over the horizon in the west.
We think of the moon as something that happens at night, but in truth, the moon sets every morning, in the wee hours, whether we’re aware of it or not. This is true of a lot of things: just because we can’t see them, or because we’re asleep to them, doesn’t mean they aren’t as real as anything else.
I was a little afraid to watch the moon set; it was primal, and scary, and raw, this bold yellow full moon. I feared that as it set, the whole world would go black; that we’d be shrouded in darkness.
What I’d forgotten is that on the other side of the world, the sun was rising in the east.
On this day, the moon was setting out one window, while the sun was rising from another.
Quite a morning. We’re very tiny, aren’t we? But still big enough to be amazed.
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