As a child in this forlorn world, I simply couldn’t wait for nightfall to arrive…
The burning cold was faintly sensed, as I would lean against the window.  Peering out into the death-ridden sky, seeing the cosmic twinkle of the stars, I’d set my eyes on the one spot of soft white.  The wispy clouds overlapped the tiny circumference of a glow in shadows…That moon laid in the sky as if afloat; setting me in a fanciful trance, as I would sit on the quilted bed and engage into conversation.  It would be so quiet, too quiet, that it was almost as if it would speak in return.  I’d sit and listen, captured by not only it’s beauty of simplicity but because for once someone answered my questions.  It became the man in the moon, as every day I silently wished for the slow hours of the day to be devoured by evening.  This nightly event became routine; sitting, watching, listening…My senses seemed so sharp at those particular hours it almost was perceived as a dream; a mere story dancing away in my conscience as I slept…

     Time has slowly pulled me from my nightly visits, cutting me down to once a week, two times every other month, to practically no more.  I’ve been so involved with the troubles of daily life and the world around me that I’ve blindly forbid it.  I’ve been living like a zombie, unknowing of a single soul treading the earth around me.  I’ve been clueless when living my life, virtually unaware that it was going unplanned…

     Just this passed month on a still night in June, I withdrew the curtains and lay in bed.  Surprised to see the room aglow, I glanced out of the small, glassed rectangle.  At that distinct moment, I felt as a child again, engulfed by that same mystic bulb that lit the night sky.  I suddenly remembered the questions, the concerns I had in the past and realized that I needed to wake up, open my eyes to all that lives right here and now.  “Start responding to the little things in life; even that would get you a step further.”  “Stand your ground and never back down.”  “It’s easier to say something than to actually do it; so turn it into reality.”  All these answers that I once heard the man in the moon speak in response to my then questions came flooding back.  Following that brief memory I felt refreshed, ready to start new.

     After that night my visitations returned, but not so profound.  Now I find me thinking to myself every time I look out that little window.  It was my way of rendering my then conversations and remains the same, even now.

     I don’t hold a plan in life just yet, they don’t tend to work out anyway; I’m still finding myself.  But I do know after that reunion I feel like I’m on the right path, with no regrets regardless.  Seeing as to how life works, I know the man in the moon will only be a mere chapter in mine, but it’s something I’ll always hold on to…