Yesterday I left at my usual time for the gym. Crack of pre-dawn, 5 ‘F&!king’ 30 in the morning and was greeted by the most beautiful moon in the sky. It hung there low on the horizon, slightly yellowed from the atmosphere with these whispy clouds draping themselves across and around it. She was just breathtaking.
Whenever that happens I always get a rush of love for the cosmos/ fate/ God/ whatever you want to call it. Because to me it’s sometimes such a rare site and I always have so little time to enjoy it that I pack all that appreciation into a few moment of admiration.
Most of us live in big city and most of us live very busy lives. Its not like we’re out in the country and have the time to watch the moon slowly rise over the horizon, track across the night sky (yawn…. isn’t it done yet!) and set over another horizon. When we catch the moon rising or falling or just sitting full in the sky it’s sometimes an event that we’re lucky to spot.
Because so many are missing it at that very moment, its important that we, those who’ve managed to be in the right place and look up at this right time, take the time to wrap that specialness that we’ve just got lucky around ourselves. Those little gifts of “you are special” are as important to your well being as if you won a contest. I like to think its the cosmos’ way of taping me on the shoulder and saying, “I like ya… brought you a present.”
Of course, I feel the same way when I notice a streetlight has blinked out. Just the cosmos winking at me that I’m special.