Moon Rise

There’s something so very soothing and special about watching the moon rise. Unlike the sun that can’t be looked in the eye, the moon is so very different. It loves being watched.

I can stare at the moon for as long as I can see it – and imagine it staring right back at me too. Both of us trying to figure each other out. Losing ourselves in each other’s eyes.

And then I think of all the other people in the world who may be doing exactly the same as I moon watch through my window here in Cornwall.

I often wonder where all those eyes go. Those eyes that watch the moon. Those eyes that stare at the stars or the sea. Those eyes that always rest so easily in the calming presence of that beautifully friendly planet we all seem to love so much.

The more I stare at the moon the more I am lifted out of anything here on Earth that may be getting me down, or mixing me up, or throwing me round. Beneath the moon I am so very still. Just me and that moon – and everyone else ?

By Debbie Geraghty

Hailing from Scotland and now living in Cornwall, UK. A window gazing lover of river and clouds. A visual storyteller and wondering wanderer who tries to live deeply - but lightly.

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