marsmonster

our apartment here is pretty high up. it's the first time in a very long time i've been this high off the ground. next to our bed is a low window with a ledge which affords me a nice view of the sky from my pillow. last night, i moved the curtain aside after adam had fallen asleep and a full moon was right there staring me in the face. it was a perfect circle, radiant against this midnight black sky. weirdly it felt like a friend. adam and i generally sleep with some form of sound on...it use to be a rain cd that i loved, but since the move, we've been listening to NPR on a timer because they play classical music.

as i laid there in bed with the curtain pulled aside, face to face with a bright unobscured moon listening to opera, a herd of clouds invaded the sky but passed speedily from the strong breeze that must have been pulling them through. i could feel the breeze through the crack in the window, a crispy fall air. from my vantage point it looked as though a set was continuously being transformed and redressed, and the moon was its spotlight. with the music, the fast moving shapely clouds and the moon, i sat there and stared out the window for quite some time. i realized that i hadn't done something like this in many many years...taking time to stare out at the sky...pausing...feeling the artistry of nature and the poetry of the earth's movement, not ours, but the earth's. i know it sounds corny, but if you saw what i saw laying there in your little bed, you'd feel corny too. it's weird how something you weren't looking for can make you so happy, something free, something shared with the world. i wondered who else was seeing this too at this exact moment. now i'm excited for the vision of snow, the torrential rains and the clear skies. there's a lot going on up there. in our previous bed, we didn't have a view of the sky. i might have missed this.