solstice

A full moon of coruscating amber hovers over the city tonight.

Its luminescence subdues my inner dialogue and humbles me with its somnolent majesty. Just a glance through the kitchen window and to the sky in the southeast, and for a moment I am drawn away from whatever thoughts afflict my mind, be it the toil of the creative process or the entanglements of conflicted emotion. The lambent glow makes me realize how minuscule we are here, as if this mortal strand is a hallucinatory whim. We lead our lives beneath vast skies and beyond those skies stretch millions upon billions upon trillions of years of existence. We here on Earth are but the blink of an eye. We percolate in our own fragile lives and deal with events that can shatter and mollify and despoil and uplift and destroy. Occasionally, our place in the echelons of immortality can feel certain. However, the sheer incomprehensible nature of our place within existence evokes the realization that we are but a transient creation. We are a drop of sand through a measureless cosmic hourglass.

Yes, the moon is sublime on this first day of summer. It radiates an entrancing summer solstice topaz across these delicate lives we lead. Beneath it we are children.