Friday, May 10, 2013

Floating Toward the Moon

The moon was up. It seemed bigger than normal, due to some horizon comparison theory, surely. But it wasn't next to anything. She looked for the horizon, and found it below her. She was floating.

Perhaps this should have frightened her, but for some reason it didn't. She gazed down. The city seemed so much more peaceful from afar. Quiet, and dark but for the sparkling of hundreds of balls of light. Softly smiling, she looked away with forgiveness, and saw what she was wearing.

It was a dress, in a blue almost as dark as the sky, flowing in a train behind her almost as long as she was. She didn't remember having a dress like this one. Of course, she also didn't remember why she was floating, so the origin of the dress shouldn't be any more of a mystery. Floating toward the moon...

Her eyes went up to it again, and it was even bigger than the last time she'd looked. She felt...expectant. She'd always longed for the moon. And now it was drawing closer...

My bad paint pictures return!


  1. I love how serene and peaceful this scene is, it actually made me feel cold and that's amazing since I'm in a very hot area right now, thanks for sharing.
    And I like your blog, this is my first visit.

    1. Thanks! It's good to know it was powerful, at least to someone.