Moon

It will always be there, and that makes me feel better.

Thomas Gaudex
Feb 13 · 2 min read
Photo by Mónica Ballester on Unsplash

This morning, on my way to work, I saw the moon. White and soft as cotton and almost transparent, it stood out slightly from the blue sky. I could hardly keep my eyes in front of me as it played its charms behind the window to my left. I looked at it first time, then a second time and finally one last time before continuing my journey through the forest.

Many branches were biting the edge of the road, brutally torn from their trees by the strong winds that had just hit the area the night before. I continued on my way, soothed by this brief vision of our natural satellite.

I don’t know exactly when our relationship began, the Moon and I. All I know is that I’ve always loved looking at the sky, the Moon, and the stars. And I feel something going on in my body when I look up for an observation session.

There was that particular time towards the end of my studies when I was desperately trying to make sense of my life and I wasn’t working yet. It was during the summer, I spent entire afternoons lying on a chair along the wall of the house facing the garden. I was reading a book on self-confidence and discovering the benefits of mindfulness meditation.

Strange as it may seem, while I was comfortably settled in my familiar corner of paradise, I found it difficult to concentrate on my reading. The reason for this? The sky above my head, the clouds, and the Moon, hidden somewhere. I couldn’t help but contemplate them again and again, leaving aside my book.

Sometimes it lasted until the evening. The song of the blackbird, the nightfall, the ballet of the bats, the lullaby of the cricket, the appearance of the Moon. And then finally the apotheosis with the star constellations.

The day was coming to an end, I had not read my book, but I had experienced ecstasy. And it could start again the next day, and the day after that, without ever showing any sign of weariness.

Since then, I have never stopped looking up. As a basic necessity. And this morning, on my way to work, I saw the moon. Today I know that without it, my life wouldn’t be the same.

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Writer. Dreamer. Editor, Scribe. I like to surf and look at the stars. thomasgaudex.com. thomasgwriter@gmail.com.

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