The moon is full and bright; it’s so beautiful as it reflects off the clouds that we fly above. They seem as gray marble, with a gentle silhouette of orange light glowing in non descriptive patterns below. The moon keeps watch over us, like a guiding light showing us the way home. It’s almost surreal to watch the sky, blackened blue with nothing but the sun’s eastern reflection and the tiny star trying so hard way behind it.
I’ve been on dozens of planes and have flown through every climate, in every season, but tonight I see the moon looking back at me. Its stalking me like I’ve never seen it do before. The wondrous rock that shadows the earth each day is talking to me as we begin our descent toward home.
I don’t know what to make of it at first, and I gaze upon it with curiosity and amazement. Then it dawns on me as it seems to be looking through my small window in the sky, as the water below glistens in its mighty glow. It is telling me that there is light in the darkness; that possibilities abound. The sun always shines even when we can’t see it, and its light will always shine as long as I am willing to see.
The night is dark, but the darkness is calming as I realize that the sun is always close by.