Tuesday, October 14, 2008
Cold Hearted Orb
What is it about the full moon that makes us stop and stare? What is it that inspires painters and poets? Is it the circle, the symbol of eternity and perfection? The glowing light? The seeming magic by which it rotates the earth, waxing and waning forever?
After work, when I arrived in Harlem and stepped out of the subway onto my street, I saw the full moon above the dark buildings, swathed in a veil of misty clouds. A woman stood on the street-corner with an outstretched arm, trying to take a picture of the moon with her cell phone. I went inside, put away my groceries, then went up to the rooftop to gaze at the moon myself.
Some people believe that the full moon affects peoples moods. In all the places I've worked, there has always been a rumor that the crazy people come out during the full moon. It might be true, or it might just be a convenient excuse for something that would happen anyway. All I know is that I love the moon, especially when it is full.
Posted by Lady Holiday at 10:24 PM