reflections on the moon

Today the moon was the brightest I have ever seen it. We were riding down the Cape Cod Rail Trail, and we didn’t even need lights on our bikes. The light of the moon just danced through the leaves. Never has the night sky ever felt so inviting and comforting. I love it here. Here being Cape Cod. The sound of the crickets. The bunnies that hop around the yard. The trees. The sound of the beach. The giant sky.

The first time I came to Cape Cod, I thought to myself— “Wow, the sky is so big here.” I then thought- Brianna, that is a dumb thing to think. It’s the same old sky, you have just been living in NYC and are not a multi-millionaire who can afford to live in a high-rise luxury building up and out of the craziness of the city streets to actually see the sky.

Now I think— maybe that isn’t such a dumb thing to think. A change of perspective is generally a good thing. Putting yourself in a new place is brave. Being in a space where you can see things differently is enriching and can only lead to more curiousity and discovery of myself and the world around me.

Seeing the open sky takes my breath away because it reminds me of how small I am. Seeing the moon shine it’s light from 238,900 miles away, so perfectly placed in the solar system. It just reminds me how special all of this is. And I mean all of it. Like… how my lungs work. How evolution played out. How waves crash against the shore. How flowers grow. How fire flickers. How smiles are contagious. How water evaporates. It is a perfect orchestration of science, Mystic law, and chance that we are here. That I am here. And so when I look at the sky, I stop in awe. (I think I would do the same to the sun if I could look at it without being blinded! haha) I’m just so thankful to be here to experience this thing called Life.