Full Moon
The Full Moon
The wide ocean moved, like a living creature all by itself, yet full of even more living creatures. The schools of fish... swimming with the dolphins, being chased by sharks, and so on were all, part of the deep water landscape. Whales, swordfish, starfish, and just fish swam the currents, the eddies, and the flows.
The waves that divided the realm of sea and air were sometimes quiet, other times not. The difference, the reasons; the seasons and venues, weather and whim... the sudden impulse of nature, or by the direction of the maker.
Above the waters, high in the air... The moon peered down, watching. The man there wondered how the small unimportant ones living below, were doing against the larger scale of world events. Just a "made-up story", The Man on the Moon... in a child's book, but every story also having roots, in reality, left the essence of the word "wonder" hanging.
The stars all around looked down too. They peered on in silence, or at least to music no one else could hear. It was the sound of the solar wind, the cracking of great rocks under pressure, and the spectacular rain of space dust... glittering against the backdrop of the sphere below, called Earth. A small unimportant place in the scope of the universe perhaps, but the jewel of God's eye.
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