Full Moon on Water

Summary

The author describes a serene morning walk by the ocean, captivated by the beauty of a full moon reflecting on the Pacific, evoking a sense of awe and the inadequacy of words to capture the moment.

Abstract

In a personal essay titled "Full Moon on Water," the author shares the profound impact of an early morning walk along the ocean during a full moon. The scene is vividly painted with the moon casting a lantern-like glow over the water, creating a moment of breathtaking beauty that transcends clichés. The author, who typically waits for daylight before venturing out, finds themselves compelled to witness the spectacle while the world around them remains asleep. The solitude and tranquility of the experience, shared only with the occasional gull, underscore the immeasurable value of such moments that money cannot buy. The essay concludes with a brief invitation to learn more about the author, Wolfstuff, hinting at a deeper personal narrative.

Opinions

The author believes that the beauty of the full moon reflecting on the ocean is beyond the scope of what words can convey, suggesting it surpasses permissible levels of cliché.
There is a sense of reverence for the early morning tranquility and the unique opportunity to witness nature's grandeur undisturbed.
The experience is described as both life-affirming and breathtaking, a testament to the enduring beauty of the natural world.
The author implies that such moments of natural splendor are priceless and cannot be acquired through material means.
The reflection on the experience seems to be a personal meditation on the power of nature to inspire and move individuals beyond the mundane aspects of life.

The Perfect Song

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Full moon on water glitters the perfect song

So beautiful it’s audible.

What else can you say that hasn’t already been said far beyond the allowed or even tolerable cliché-count?

I usually don’t set out for my morning walks until daylight has thrown off its covers and I can see where I’m going. On occasion, though, especially during the winter months, I will head out while it’s still dark outside. This morning was one of those mornings.

The sky was clear, the stars were out, along with the moon, and once I reached the ocean (about ten minutes’ walk from my cabin) there it was: the full moon hanging in the sky (somewhere over Japan) like a lantern and reflected on the long, lazy swells of the Pacific as a living reminder that beauty is both alive and well. Or perhaps as a testament to the deathless, or in my case this morning, the breathless.

I had to stop and just gaze. There’s only me out at this time. No cars about. None. Most houses still dark. Just me and the odd gull and the vast, dark, heaving ocean lit by the moon.

You cannot buy moments like these.

Full Moon on Water

The Perfect Song

Wolfstuff

So, who am I? Really really. I could tell you that I was born in northern Sweden during a snow storm, and subsequently…