The Moon Rising

The moon is full of romance and mystery. It always gives me pause, expands my vision, and puts me in my place. The way in which it glitters ceaselessly upon moving waters its brilliant Morse code leaves me mesmerized on the docks. The sky changes gradually: from a strata of cotton candy hues blended seamlessly into a uniform navy blue. City dwellers wander in, in twos and threes, to watch the spectacle of the moon rising. It hovers a discontinuous jump above the endpoint of the bridge overhead that seems to demonstrate some ideal calculus curve. The higher it rises, the wider it casts its charmed net, of a hushed and tranquil feeling, a soundless lullaby.

...I am forever waxing on about the moon.