Perspective

I’m not a camper.
I don’t like sleeping bags.
Or creepy crawlies in my personal space.
Or peeing in the woods.

But tonight almost makes me want to go camping.
The harvest moon is heavy and bright.
And though I’ve noticed it a hundred times before,
I am once again dumbfounded at the detail I can see with my naked eye.

The breeze is light and it gently swishes the post-baby fuzzy hairs around my face.
(I really hate the post-baby fuzzy hairs.)
And the air seems cleaner, clearer than it was only hours ago.

I am almost tempted to go wake the big two.
They would love this, just sitting and looking at the moon.
(But I’m not completely insane!)

My mind skips from one thought to another.
Balancing facts I’ve recently learned about the night sky
With what I feel when I study the moon.
(Does emotion always trump logic?)

I try to take in every bit of this scene.
The dampness, the silence, the dark – all cradling me in this moment.
And the three leaves that appear to be just as large as the moon.
I can’t help but laugh at myself.
Because even when I’m trying to look at the big picture,
My mind, my vision is clouded by perspective.