A commanding presence
May 24th, 2013, 5:45 a.m. ~
Dressed in a rich, butter-yellow color, the setting moon was as big as I’ve ever seen it. It was my constant escort as I traveled the westbound leg of my morning commute. The pitch black sky was the perfect foil for the moon because there was nothing else visible in the nighttime sky.
While I was on the expressway, the moon was situated slightly off to my left. It was so spectacular that it was difficult to keep my eyes on the road rather than letting myself become mesmerized by this unexpected visual treat. And, as if that wasn’t special enough, a series of clouds passed in front of the moon, silhouetted against the moon’s brightness, almost as if they were soldiers on parade. Each cloud shape was different: some short and stout, others tall and thin like the cityscape beneath them, still others thin and wispy.
It was such a stunning display that I was sorry to reach my exit. But for the fact that my exit is the terminus of the expressway, I might have been persuaded to continue west in order to enjoy the moon’s show just a bit longer.
The remainder of my morning commute is several blocks along downtown streets. There is relatively little traffic on the roadway in the early mornings, but the traffic lights at each corner testify to how busy the streets are during the day. Usually I’m satisfied if I’m able to time my ride so I can make it through the traffic lights without having to stop at each one, but on this day I would have gladly stopped at each and every light along the way. Why? Because the moon had posted itself so it was perfectly centered above the boulevard, providing me with one last memorable show before I started my workday.
Shared for Alexa’s “Simply A Moment,” a mid-month opportunity to describe a moment—a minute or two or ten—of life. Feel free to join in, sharing whatever and however you like—a few words as I’ve done, a photo or two, a collage, or a scrapbook page.