Leave me the Moon

I realized one of the most shockingly simple things tonight: the moon will always be comparably superior to the sun. I just admire the nighttime so much more than I enjoy the day. It's no competition at all, really, why the moon is just better. There's almost a magic about it that no daylight could ever achieve. It's incomparable.

Tonight, the moon was the most intensely bright white I have ever seen it. It was like a ball of snow in the sky. No details could be seen: no craters, no man-on-the-moon face, nothing. It was just pure, blank whiteness. And it shone ever so brightly. The clouds in the sky were as if illuminated by sunlight. They were on a pure white, not as strongly glowing as la luna, but just as intensely showing.

At the start, the clouds seemed to gather together, the moon being their center. They spiraled outward from it, all across the sky, to where they appeared to have been strung by la luna herself. They were careless and thick, blotching up the deep blue sky and were almost glimmering in the bright moonlight. It was like a lamp behind a shade: darker in the center but all around was a silver lining.

But as the night waned on, so did the clouds, slowly breaking away from their epicenter and spreading along the now lightening sky. To explain, the blue that the nighttime had was as if the sun was about to come up. Just before the pinks from the West begin to rise and float across the horizon, there is this intense, deep blue that's not quite dark, but it's not quite light. It's just perfect. Well, tonight, the sky was just that.

The clouds now had no shadow, since they had floated away from covering la luna. They didn't have a normal consistency either. If you've ever seen extra soft pillow fluff, think that. It's not quite as coarse as cotton stuffing, where you put it between your fingers and squeeze and it has an almost grainy consistency. No, this was much different. It's a softer, slicker type of cotton. One that when you press together is almost slippery. They looked much like as if you had pulled out that type of cotton and dropped it over a darkening blue blanket.

Not to mention the fact that there were no stars out. Anything directly in the path of the moonlight was simply blue. Just plain, just open, brightened by the intensity that la luna had tonight. But, beneath the barrier of clouds which acted like a shield for the moonlight, there were some twinkling stars. The horizon was dotted with them, but they won't last long; the sunrise is coming. I'm writing this at 4:48 in the morning, because now is the most perfect outside. Now is the time when the morning is just around the corner and I would love to greet the sunrise and bid adieu to the brightest moon of the season.

It was in this moment that I realized, I enjoy this type of night. The type that is overly lit up. The type that doesn't feel like a dark presence. It's just magical. It's too perfect for words. You can keep your stars, just leave me the moon.