The other day, I was in the parking lot of some strip mall when out of the corner of my eye I saw the moon, a huge big beautiful glowing milky smooth thing, about 7 times larger than it usually looks. Instantly, a huge wave of primal relief and joy washed through me. Finally, my big beautiful moon! I was home at last!
Then I turned my head and realized it was just a big round white lighted sign for some restaurant. Disappointment! I have always felt the moon, the real moon that is, was just too small. While other people have gazed up and commented on how beautiful and large the moon is, I can't help but inwardly scoff. I have always felt there is just something wrong with that little bitty marble they call the moon. It's way too damned small! But it wasn't until I mistook that restaurant sign for the moon, that sign that was big and beautiful like the real moon should look like, that I realized the depth of that feeling. It is a true longing, but for what I don't really understand.
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That's why my Red Cairo blog has the slogans "a blog about inexplicable longings" and "do you ever dream you're someone else?" on it... just this sort of thing. :-)
ReplyDeleteIf you were on Red Cairo - Mars - before the fall - I bet the moon would have been big. ;-)