Goodnight (Red!) Moon…
C’mon, let’s stay awake and watch it outside not on TV. Really? Now? Yeh, it’s not like it happens all the time. More like once in a blue moon. But not. This is the red one and we’ve got to see it.
So at midnight-ish Pete and I stole into the night. Our huge apartment complex now silenced from the pounding echos of never-ending renovations from the rooftops to every unit to the streets below with the brain-screaming sounds of jack hammers eating up tons of cement and asphalt. The temporary silence was soothing. Pete and I whispered passed rows of empty housing as renters already have relocated. The two of us felt like we were walking on the Universal backlot. Or in a scene from The Truman Show. Everything felt abandoned and surreal. And then we looked up and watched.
Our beautiful moon was putting on a silent show transforming from gold to pomegranate red. It was riveting viewing this cosmic do-si-do of moon, earth and sun doing their thing in the heavens above. How small Pete and I felt, reduced to minute reminders of our earthly frailty. Our important worlds—so much warring and suffering, and yes, jack hammering—now so tiny and insignificant compared to the magnificence playing out in the night skies.
A couple watched with their snarling Chihuahua on a corner. A guy all tatted in a t-shirt took photographs off his balcony. And Pete and I returned to our place now awake and humbled by the quiet ballet above. Good Night, Moon. This was your red carpet moment and you never looked more beautiful…
