Yesterday was a most dreary day, with its clouds, rain and thunder. Fortunately, the rain was enough to melt the snow and reveal a lush green carpet at my feet. As the day progressed the clouds moved off and sparingly appeared across the sky at dusk as wispy fan strokes on a navy blue sky. This brought my mind to tinkering with the notion that life is much like those fluffy, faint clouds journey to the horizon only to dissipate at a place unseen and unknown from my perspective. But the wonders of this day were yet to truly begin; for as I walked out after dark the moon was glowing brightly with its blue-white light, when suddenly one of those clouds passed in front of it.
I marveled as this translucent formation suddenly changed. I thought that this would be a fantastic night for a hand-in-hand walk along the timberline. Yet I was once more drawn to that white luminescence. It appeared that the cloud had suddenly gone into slow motion once the beams of reflection touched it. Instead of getting darker, the moisture intensified the light creating a halo around the moon behind it. Yet the halo was incomplete. It broke off as the jagged edges of the cloud could no longer support it. Though fractured, the circular prismatic colors stretched out toward me.
The blue-white light had transformed into a brilliant white that filtered through the cloud; it was as bright as the morning sun. Its edges becoming violet, indigo, blue, and finally fading out into green were transfixing; as if it lured me through some unheard siren’s song. The combination of cloud and moon were no longer two entities, having morphed into one beacon across the vast dark space. Yet within this darkness there was a sensation of warmth.