“Mummy,” he told me as we drove home one evening last week,"do you know that the moon has no light of its own?”
“Yes, I know …”
“It just reflects the light of the sun,” he continued.
Above us, the not-quite-full moon cast a milky light on the time-worn walls of Mdina. He was right, of course, my Mischief Maker. But inwardly, I sighed. Just a little bit. Would he always be so analytical, so scientifically correct? Would he grow up and remain unmoved by the sight of a beautiful, full golden moon suspended over the darkness of a bay, casting its reflection on the ink-dark water? I thought of all the poems, all the love songs and famous movie scenes inspired by our closest celestial neighbour and I realised that, despite the facts, despite the truth staring me straight in my eyes, my moon would always shine with its own light. I wanted to tell my son all this. I wanted him to see the moon through my eyes. But I didn’t. I just smiled, secretly. With the passing years, he would learn that even scientists, occasionally, need a little romance in their lives.
We were almost home, my son still bombarding me with facts about the moon, the stars and everything in between. Above us, the golden orb rode higher in the sky, bathing us in a light that was a whiter shade of pale.
What a precocious little man, Loree!
ReplyDeleteSuch a beautiful photo and lovely perpective to go with it Loree...
ReplyDeleteDear Loree -having you for a Mom I am sure your mischief maker will grow up just a wee bit romantic. How could he not. I love Moonlight Sonata...it was a piece I learned to play many years ago - very lovely my friend. Have a beautiful day.
ReplyDeletesounds like you have a budding astronomer on your hands! but you are right, every scientist needs a little romance and he will learn about those other aspects of the moon eventually! :))
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