Good Moon Rising

The other night I stayed up late to catch some photos of the supermoon. I still don't have the camera's "starry night" setting figured out. But that's was resulted in the picture to the right. I like the way the tree was hyper-defined in the shot to the left. The last time the moon was as close to the earth was in 1993 and it was my first year out of high school. My outlook then was one of nervousness as it was my first year in college also.

Although the moon would have loomed largely, the weight of the world was not yet on my shoulders. It was a time of youthful optimism and a disconnection (ignorance) from what I've come to know as the "real" world: That is, a world where people suffer, fight and die in wars, or of starvation or waterborne illness or are treated unfairly because of their race or political status. You could say I thought and spoke as a child and wasn't yet ready to give up childish things. Stephanie would probably say that she's not sure I've given up childish things even now.

These days, the weight of real life is a bit more hefty. People I love get sick. People I love are treated unfairly because of their sexual orientation. People I love lose hope that they'll ever be content. People I love are passed by when they should be chosen. People I love struggle with their hearts and minds to make sense of injustice and apathy. People I love wonder how they'll survive in this crazy "economy".

Maybe it's not the weight of the world that I feel, but the weight of love. That's not so bad.