There’s a full moon shining over our snowy landscape tonight, wrapping the yard in a ghostly white. The temperature is somewhere in the single digits, and the outdoor rinks opened three nights ago. To think that this isn’t even winter yet. We still have two more nights before we hit the solstice, and our days begin growing longer. Until then, this is the season of the moon, floating above us in the dark ocean of stars, keeping watch over us while we sleep.
By Monday night though the snow clouds will be returning, so we will not see the total lunar eclipse. I have been lucky to see a few in my life, and they are always memorable. I can’t help but to look up at them and wonder what ominous events it must have portended for a people who lived by the cycles of the moon. But in our electric age, we carry on oblivious to the cycles of nature, so long as they don’t interfere with our TV reception.
I find it so hard to stay awake these days. The nights are so long, and my bed is so warm, that I feel like I am sinking deep into a bottomless ocean of sleep. When the alarm sounds in the morning, I am like a deep sea diver rising from the depths. Wake up too quickly, and I will suffer a case of the bends.
Christmas is approaching quickly now. This week will be a whirlwind of final preparations, Christmas parties, and holiday get togethers. Thankfully, I am on a 2 week break from teaching so I should be able to spend the week correcting papers, and tying up loose ends at work. Evenings will continue to hold basketball and hockey games and practices, and we will struggle to eat our meals together. How I wish sometimes that we could just unplug our lives, and sit around a campfire, looking up at the simplicity of a moonlit world.
May the peace of this season be yours, wherever you may be.