It was only after reading Fr. Jerry Orbos’ Sunday column that I finally realized why there were countless posts about blue moon yesterday —- there was a blue moon last Friday and I did not see it! It was a little heartbreaking that I did not. As a little girl, I have read about the rare phenomenon and ever since, I have been fascinated by it. Someday, I told myself, I am going to see the blue moon for real. I missed my chance last Friday.
Coincidentally, that same night when the moon made its royal appearance, I sat on my bed thinking, When was the last time I saw the moon? Probably December, when I was home for Christmas. I turned to the window above my bed and looked out but I saw nothing of the night sky. The view was blocked by the condominium beside my dorm. Before going to bed that night I wrote in my notebook, I miss the moon!
I never gave the moon much thought as a kid, except the idea of it magically turning from boring off-white to majestic blue. Then, when I learned in Earth Science class that it has no light of its own (it merely reflects the sun’s light), it dulled even more in my sight. But the moon gained my admiration shortly before I left high school when, in English class, we were made to interpret a poem that likened the moon to a beautiful woman (or was it just me who interpreted it that way?). Suddenly, the moon, for me, became the ultimate symbol of perfection and womanly elegance that does not seek adulation. Since then, on nights when I could not get myself to sleep, I would stare at the moon, often trying to capture its enthralling loveliness. But I never did. Somehow, all the verses that I could muster in its honor could never match up to the real thing.
Lately, I have not seen much of the moon, except maybe in pictures. I am too busy with exams and papers that I forgot the nightly ritual I used to have. My obsession with catching up with school work has kept me from seeing an old, dear friend. But tonight I have nothing to do. I’ll see you later, dear Moon. 🙂