Today I saw a new face in the moon. It’s not much of a blog topic and it’s not strictly related to my exchange, but that's what I'd like to write about today.
Out on the rugby field tonight the floodlights blocked out all the stars, but I could still see the moon as I did sit-ups. Usually to me the night sky is reassuringly familiar- when I close my shutters at night I always take a moment to look for the Big Dipper and Cassiopeia- but tonight the moon hung in the sky with an entirely new person. It was quite solemn, like a tragic mask from the ancient Greek theater, rather than my usual eye-crinkling friend. But tonight the familiar lines of the face’s crow’s-feet ran down from his eye dramatically, as if representing Oedipus’ tragic fate.
This is not to say that I found the new moon upsetting. Moreover, I think it just shows what happens when you get in the habit of seeing things from new perspectives. It turns out that even the Man in the Moon had another side to him after all these years.
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