I biked to Astoria Park to watch the moon become undone by the Earth’s shadow. Quiet and meditative we sat by the bench next to the East River. I passed my binoculars from one hand to another, watching the moon turn dark, or as my friend Jane said, painted over. The next supermoon eclipse is set for 2033. Who knows where we’ll be and how many cats we’ll have.
I don’t know if it was the energy of being out during the frenzy of a fall night, but we delved into insightful discussions. My sister talked about free will, and my friend described her thesis on nature’s seemingly perfect order and simplicity. One can argue that within nature’s complexity there’s a hidden simplicity or a perfect balance. We went back and forth. My sister argued that nature itself is complex and chaotic. It’s a good thesis topic since there’s room for debate, and it’s not easily proved. It’s lovely when discussions stay discussions, and not turn into arguments.
We talked about our plans, work, school, our recent (shameful) crushes, and at some point my sister wanted to sing.
“Do you sing?”
“Let me see if I can make up a song,” my friend said.
She began singing in her Ghanaian dialect. It was beautiful. The mixing of her voice, the airy fall weather and the moon turning red, enlightened our hearts and minds.
I’m shy when it comes to singing. Lately I’ve wanted to explore my voice. I use to be in a choir growing up, but I hated singing and asked to be place in the back or misbehaved on purpose. In the company of these girls, I was brave enough to sing.
Being out that night I felt a little freer, a little lighter, like a huge burden was lifted off. Observing a natural change makes me feel ordinary. We live in the corner of a galaxy filled with an innumerable number of stars and solar systems. The great magnificence is around us and we are lucky to be alive to see it.
“What do we all want in the end?” My friend asked.
“Happiness,” I said. I threw the word out to the night and gave it to everyone. A word I hardly say, felt true out loud.
It sounds dreamy, perhaps unrealistic, but happiness doesn’t have one definition. Mine is not yours. To be lost and found is where we are.
The moon had all but faded into an orange, reddish hue; it was getting late. People were still out sitting by the grassy areas. Some taking photos, others hugging their lovers, old men walking their dogs, and young men smoking weed nearby. We walked some more to a spot where you could see the now red moon a bit better. We each stepped on a high stump and took one last look.
“Let’s make a wish upon a moon.”
2 thoughts on “Red Moon”
OMG Cyn, you are so romantic! I am glad you wrote this post because I have almost forgotten already. I forgot the part where we made the wish. Was it not you who suggested it? I have written about it too, in draft now, will be up on Thursday and you will see why I am glad you are a romantic. I love your memory of the event. It really was just as you describe it. Thank you so much for inviting me. I had a wonderful time.
I laughed so hard when I got to “Who knows where we’ll be or how many cats we’ll have?” How about “and” how many cats…? Won’t we be allowed to move around the country with several cats? Is that not why people go on road trips? To get some one-on-one time with their darling cats? Oh do you remember Crookshanks from Harry Potter? Won’t it be awesome if we managed to find a Crookshanks? If you get it can I cat-sit please? If I do, I will let you cat-sit for free…except you will have to bring me watermelons. >:)
haha usually I’m not, but these days I’m feeling free or maybe it was just that night. I was going to forgot too if I didn’t quickly write it down. I always say things rot and die away if you don’t quickly document it. I’m glad we kept this memory. I hope you remember your wish. I will check it out. Thank you 🙂
Seriously. I’m planning to get more cats when I move. Yea “and” sounds better. Road tripping with cats! We’d have to take breaks since they usually hate going in a car for long hrs and will meow meow all the way there; plane rides can be too much for them. Cat hiking for sure; they just need training. Haha oh that magical cat is so furry. Crookshanks look like persian cats. I’m thinking of getting a main coon; it’s also a big fluffy cat. Let’s team up our big cats. Okie you’re the official cat-sitter! haha watermelon juice all day!