October 23rd, 2002

caillebotte_man at his window

Moon Memories

Note I have decided not to backdate this entry, even though, had it not grown so long, it would have been posted last night, when the moon actually was full.


The moon turns the world to black and white, except for a few leaves and the lawn, which bear a soft suggestion of green. Around the moon, its brightness has washed a vast circle of sky free of stars. I walk a way up the shadow-laced street to look at some black flowers. Only one cricket chirps in the cool night air. In the woods nearby, an owl repeatedly hoots. Here, the full moon is inescapable. It dazzles night, and tonight, its light has slipped deep into my consciousness to illuminate a long-dark memory, of another night, when the full moon surprised me.

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