- the beauty of thawing
cold mornings and noons, something that a lot of people may despise. but to me, 'I' love them. they make me warm. and on the most unlikely occasions, the water grows a frost on its surface. the moon watches over, adding to the coldness. and so do i, but instead of making it grow colder i try to admire. the atmosphere is like a 'L'onely piece of art. the delicate ice on the surface makes me feel sorry for it, how easily it may break. the moon looks like it has frozen up itself, it glimmers in the night so wonderfully. it looks like something that someone would write a song about, it's admirable in that way, i wish i could shine too like that. there are so many secrets that the moon and the frozen lake hides. what's under the surface? what's meant to be there? i have a feeling that i may never know. i have a 'chilling' feeling. the moon is said to be pure rock, but who knows? maybe it too has water 'O'n its surface. maybe it's not so different. maybe i can understand it. rocks. snowy, icy rocks fall from the sky. hail. why hail? how does it form? what was it once before? some things that the weather does, i won't understand. is it cold on the moon as well? does it rain? will i ever see that side of the moon? i may ponder forever. the faint spots on the moon remind me of pebbles in the snow. how could the moon possibly dislike that? they're such a small detail, but it's rather alluring, it suits it well. it's cute.
the moon has to unfortunately leave to make room for the sun as schedule says however, birds start to chirp and call to their favourite other. the sky turns 'V'ermillion, the 'E'bon'Y' is now clear the sun takes over. 'O'range starts to take over, the evergreen trees much greener than they were in the white speckled night. what's this? the leaves thaw in 'U'nison with the water. the sun thawed it out elegantly. it's no longer cold. i wonder what the moon is doing now. i wonder if the moon is busy. where is it now? when will it be back? will it still end up in the same place? does the moon perhaps know how much i admire it? does it know its impact? it has sure made my nights less lonely. it has made me happier, just knowing that i can see its beauty every day, well, almost every. when it decides to appear — but just knowing that it's still here for the world to have. i hope that the clouds never end up flooding the sky like it does rain. i hope that i can see it for the rest of my life. i hope it stays for all eternity. unfortunately, that is not in my control. i hope the moon realises that it's free to do anything, but also that it goes down the right path — and if it goes, i will go too. not completely, but a part of me will go. looking around at the cracked, thawing waters, i can't help but think about the moon once again. i hope that it thaws just as beautifully. i know that it will. even if it's in a thousand more years. i have hope — but i shall not make it. that is not in my power. it's good to thaw. i know i have. i love the moon. i love it dearly. it is mine to see forevermore.
