Three Nights Ago...

... I lay in my bed with no curtain to cover the window. The day had been mild and above me, outside the window, hung grand icicles, some as long and as large around as a man's arm. It was quiet and dark in the night and it hadn't begun to snow yet. In the sky hung the biggest moon I have ever seen. And lucky I was to see it, because for the next few days, it would be cloudy skies prevailing. But on that night, a rare, big, round, quivering moon hung in the sky, perfect in her crystalline beauty.  It pierced my eyes even when they were closed, with a jagged edge so sharp it would give me no peace. And so I lay there, burdened with its beckoning.

And with its crystalline beauty came a night blue in it coldness. A heartless night, sharp and clear for those of us affected by its beauty. It pierced my mind, it pierced my heart and filled me with a longing for things untouched by man. For the sparkle of light in my eye. For magic. For the ethereal. For that which is beyond me. Indeed, for that which is beyond the means of the merely mortal.

All around me was this quaking pleasure of beauty sublime. The white of the snowy jacket enveloping the world, added to the favours of the mistress of the night. And there in the piercing light came the call of the wild... the call for which I was waiting. A howl so infinitely primordial that one could only respond in the recesses of the heart. But it filled me with the knowledge that I was not alone in my worship of the moon... an all encompassing moon, for which no one, no thing, can deny. Not even the tides of the ocean could deny this sparkling moon. Grappling my way to the edge of the sill, I looked out on a scene profound in it universal call. A scene, that not only took me whole through vision but through each and every sense, reached out and touched me. And for a moment, for just a simple moment I was the moon itself completely enveloped in its cold and beautiful grasp. And when it let go of me I lay back down on my soft warm bed and felt a tear well from my eye for I knew that the moon had given me a pleasure that was divine in it breathless blessing.