I am a Gazer
The moon hung high in the night sky, its pale light casting a soft glow over the sleeping world below. I was wide awake, standing by the balcony of my apartment, stuck in rumination. I needed a distraction.
The moon had always helped clear my cluttered mind. As a child, I would lay in the grass and stare up at it for hours, daydreaming of visiting its craggy surface. As I grew older, I dedicated my scarce free time to studying its rhythm. How it changed after each disappearance, yet always returned feeling familiar. The moon had become my academic pursuit.
But tonight was different. Tonight, I felt a deeper, almost spiritual, connection to earth's greatest constant. It was as if the moon was calling to me, urging me to come closer and think only of its secrets.
I stepped out onto the balcony, closing my eyes and raising my face to the sky. As I rose higher, a gentle breeze pushed from behind while the moon's gravity pulled me in. I let the elements take me further.
I took a deep breath and opened my eyes, basking in the lunar light. It was so beautiful. So magical. So hard to comprehend. It was then I realized. My desire was never to learn more. My desire was to understand the magnificent celestial body.
I stood there for what felt like hours, lost in the allure of the moon. And during that moment I watched, all my fears and worries and doubts faded. I was not regretful of the past, or anxious for the future. I was in the present, experiencing an ancient and enduring force of nature.
I knew then that I had changed. The moon had cast its final spell over me, forever shifting my perspective. I would now always gaze upon it with wonder and reverence. For introspection and enlightenment. To be bound by its charm.
I am a Gazer.
