Far away, out into space sits a
large ball of rock that floats around our planet. It is called the moon. It is
not magical or mysterious, it doesn’t even produce its own light. Yet, when I
hear the word moon look at the moon my mind races with scenes of fantasy.
Joseph stared up at the full moon
in the night sky. It was bigger than he had ever seen it and had an orange tint
to it. Joseph was mesmerized by the sight of this glowing, light orange ball
floating in the black sky, surrounded by millions of sparkling lights. A cool
wind blew through the neighborhood and Joseph shivered. His mother told him
there was going to be an autumn moon tonight and he rushed out to see it,
forgetting his jacket.
Many of Joseph’s friends wouldn’t
have cared about such a thing and many adults didn’t either. They couldn’t see
the magic of it, they couldn’t see the mesmerizing beauty of a full moon.
Whether its silver or light orange, it invokes a sense of wonderment and
mystery. Moonlight shined down and the light bounced around through the fog of
the cool autumn night. It was far from Halloween, but this was the kind of
feeling Halloween always gave Joseph. The feeling that maybe when the lights go
out and on a full moon anything is possible. The dull traffic and bright sunlight
is gone and people are home, winding down for the night or resting in their
beds. The world seems quiet and beautiful for a few simple moments.
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