The Rising of the Moon

//The Rising of the Moon

The Rising of the Moon

I put my book down on my lap and gazed at the eastern horizon. A glorious full moon was rising, bathing the road and the trees before me in its cool and pleasing light. The golden orb would soon shrink in size and become a flat disc as it travelled across the sky. It was becoming too dark to read. I closed my book and continued watching the rising of the full Moon, a sight that never ceases to take my breath away. The thriller that I was reading did not give me as much excitement as this view before me did.

My son came running towards me and pointed to the sky, saying “Moon, Moon” in his baby talk. I nodded and smiled at him. After a while, he ran away again back to his toys.

I grew solemn as I thought about a similar evening about a year ago. My baby was in my arms and I was pointing out the full moon to him from this very same balcony. He was gazing up, his eyes wide in wonder. He must have been about five months old.

A year has passed by, though it feels like decades… centuries.

My son has learned to walk since. And I stopped walking.

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By |2018-12-10T15:51:31+00:00August 21st, 2009|My Book|2 Comments

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  1. AussiePomm August 21, 2009 at 1:00 pm - Reply

    Since loosing mywife back in April, all of the 'little people' around me now look to the stars to see Louise… And in fact, when we have a ful moon rising, I will sit out and watch it rise, as there is no star bigger than my Louise…

    I am so glad that Tanya has sent me to read this post of yours, especiall as today I have post about her finished headstone…

  2. Emme Rogers August 22, 2009 at 8:51 pm - Reply

    Wow – that's beautiful!

    Definitely need to pick up a copy of your book.


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