Sunday, July 12, 2015
Written on June 30
It is hard to sleep. Barefoot, I cross the wet grass on a late June night and see an almost full moon ahead of me just above the silhouette of the trees. It hangs like a giant milky pearl just above the Eastern horizon chasing the sun which is long gone from the ink black sky. The night is very still and almost quiet. Even the frogs seem to be at rest. It is as if all life on the planet is waiting and watching and anticipating, while the fireflies continue to dance at their ball 30 feet in the air only distracted by their own glow.
I have come to watch that bigger race/dance between Venus and Jupiter, the two largest planets in our solar system, because on this night they will hang side by side like best friends or the winner and runner up in a beauty contest. Side by side, they glow and twinkle as if they were stars and not planets. Eventually they will hug and kiss cheeks and then cross paths on their separate destinies and vastly different orbits.
I have read that this conjunction in their paths will not happen again for over two decades, and since I will, most likely, miss this space race another time,I am enthralled to see it tonight. I wave back like a foolish fan.
As I turn to head back inside I see the white phlox glowing in the moonlight on the planet earth, and I pause to inhale her exotic fragrance and wonder if she is as amazed as I at this race that has gone on for millions and millions of years and seen by so much other life on this planet.