After running errands this evening, I walked over to the lakefront to escape the commotion of the city (now that I live across the street from the lake).
The (almost) full moon hovered over the water...
These pictures do NOT do it justice!
In my entire neighborhood, I was the only there.
It reminds me that people's priorities are skewed. How sad that no one else cared about something so beautiful.
It also reminded me I had no one to share it with.
As the waves hit the shore in silky laps, I knew I could slip into the water and let the current take me under and no one would know. There's something so lovely about that.
I stayed there a good forty minutes but when the oncoming clouds devoured the moon, I headed back to my apartment.
Even though the moment was tinged with sadness, the beauty of the scene surpassed it. I thanked God as I left for I was truly blessed to kiss the moonlight.