It seems that January and I are going to play a special game this year.
Yesterday he sent his first greeting, enclosed in snow.
Today he wishes us good night through the full moon.
And what a lovely good night it is!
I was just going to lock the window when that full, luminous creature showed up in the faraway sky.
He pushed the dark clouds aside the very moment I was about to draw the curtains.
No words can describe either his beauty or my happiness.
It was a surprise.
A wonderful surprise!
The moon is there in the sky every night.
Sometimes he hides.
Sometimes he tires.
And sometimes he sleeps.
But… how often do we notice it?
How often do we pause to feel its light?
How often do we appreciate its beauty?
Do you know that in olden times, people were inspired by the moon?
It was a symbol of hope, dreams, and mystery.
But… doesn’t this make sense?
Every great aspiration dreams higher and higher,
and every “higher” is there, up there in the sky.
Why don’t we just gaze up and contemplate?
With moony thoughts,
Nahla
Pure and Simple 