My Old Friend, the Moon

Gorgeous bright white moon shines through the San Francisco fog, gleaming, almost making me squint from its brightness through the night and the faint lights of the financial district and Union Square as if to say "Hi", I'm here, like an old friend, always there, coming out to shine once a month to remind us of its beauty. Hiding behind the mist of the fog again, faint, under wraps. Beautiful. Its face changes from a look of surprise to an earth in reverse, nightlight, like a lighthouse completing the picture of my ever-changing view.

A quiet evening after a whirlwind of a couple weeks, coming together, packing slowly for my trip, trying to keep it light though not quite succeeding, bringing my music, my travel books, my Portuguese language phrasebook so I can say more than just "Obrigada" all day, reading our itinerary, letting the excitement unfold as it doesn't feel quite real yet, thinking, thinking clearly for the first time in awhile as I was too busy to stop and breathe, stop and realize, stop. Starting to feel good again like I can wrap my fingers around my life again instead of feeling it slip through, no control, no light at the end of the tunnel. Seeing the light now finally, like the moon is trying to show me a path to let me know that it's all going to be all right, drinking in a moment of peace. Inhale, exhale.