The Moon Walked Me Home

I've never seen an eclipse, and I was pretty sure that I wouldn't be watching that shadow in the sky tonight.

For one thing, I had no idea where I should look.  Up certainly, but from there…where?  I left work at about 6:20PM and immediately started staring into the sky, in a sort of planetary panic.  Street lamps – with their globes of yellow light – and the spotlights illuminating billboards suddenly became lunar assemblies; confusing me until I had no idea where to look next.

I turned a corner and had walked some steps when I finally saw it, winking at me, from the corner of my eye.  A pretty sliver of white light, escaping from the rest of the moon, partially hidden by Diana's charcoal-colored veil.  It wasn't late, people were still on the street:  couples walking slowly, at a post-work pre-dinner pace…and yet no one looked up.

When I had to make another turn, I did so unwillingly.  I had no desire to turn my back on this celestial production, courtesy of the invisible wheels and pulleys of the blue, roaring universe.

I was walking for some time before I became aware of something following me.  And to my great joy I saw the moon, its light pared down to a strip of glowing ribbon, flying at my shoulder – following me home.

She would hide behind apartments, houses and trees.  She would wait – ever polite – if I waited. And when I started walking once more, I would see her, keeping a respectful distance behind me.  I saw stars, cold and glittering pin-pricks in the sky, surrounding the moon as if amazed at her daring.  Once, I saw her float behind a ragged cloud, and it looked as if she was melting into a gray froth.

Finally I reached my street, and I had to turn my back on my friend.  I did so quickly, without looking back.  I hate long good-byes.

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12 responses to “The Moon Walked Me Home

  1. Totally brilliant. Thanks.

  2. life patted me on the back several times trying to direct my attention to the eclipse but i still missed it. i selfishly hope it was cloudy here lol.thanks for the story though, aubrey. it was very beautiful. πŸ™‚

  3. Beautiful, as always! πŸ˜€ Have you ever had anything published? You really could be a professional writer!

  4. I agree with the previous commenters – if you're not professionally published, you should be! Wonderful.

  5. It was a very good eclipse, wasn't it? Only here? It was also crazily cold, so the best I could do was wrap in a blanket and stand out in my driveway for a minute at a time. The moon was being eclipsed directly over my house, and there was something comforting about the process; ancient and dependable. I wanted to hug it.

  6. "I see the moon and the moon sees me and the moon sees someone I'd like to see…" πŸ™‚

  7. Beautiful post. I looked through all my windows and couldn't find the moon; had to abandon the search with great regret.Thank you for taking us with you.

  8. Thank you! It just so happens that I have done a very nervy thing and taken a few of my posts, dusted them off, slapped them about, kicked them into shape, and submitted them to a few magazines. It was something I promised myself that I'd do this year.
    Dear, sparkling pyrit: I spent good time looking that up! Anyway, I made this up: "When it was June and my heart was free I roped the moon and dragged it to tea".

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