The shimmer was mesmerizing. All world seemed to be captivated in this delicate moment. The mother of all nocturnal creatures, the goddess of white orb – the Moon, was rising above the calm surface of the sea. The perfectly round cold light illuminated the water in an otherworldly way. We stood there captivated, the moment forever etched in our hearts and minds.
That fleeting moment when the moon meets the sea. When all creation appears to be basked in the illuminating powers of the silver crescent.
The moon looks over the globe with cold indifference. Unaware of being a source of such awe. A silent spectator to our nightly prowling. The witness to all.