Last night, I saw two moons on the horizon. The first moon was enormous; its waves melted away a few yards shy of where I stood. The second moon was small, to the right of the first one and lying higher up on a pink and orange cushion of air. I turned my head for just the briefest of moments when the man charged with helping me find my way home cried out, Look! The large ball on the horizon was suddenly eclipsed. I stood in the dark for three seconds at most, and then bright orange and red lightning bolted from whatever dark world had obscured the beautiful, large moon.
The man who had yelled out ‘look’ turned to me then, smiling the smile of one who has just witnessed a miracle. I smiled back, but I was preoccupied with getting somewhere. How I envied his ability of being there, in that moment. What I received from the amazing lunar show, I knew he had experienced ten-fold, and I was aware of having missed out on the miracle, somehow. My heart grew heavy. His smile was a sign of just how lost I really was...