If I've ever had a sudden moment of emotional awe about something greater than myself before, then I don't remember when that might have been. Tonight when I left work and stepped outside of the building, my eyes caught the super moon straight away. And I was surprised at myself by how I was so struck by it. Bigger and brighter and honestly, so beautiful in the sunset sky, even amidst the building site in the foreground. And I couldn't stop looking at it.
I still don't know why in that moment I was so drawn to something that I had never paid so much attention to before. I walked home looking up at the sky, the moon a little smaller now and with the darkest night background but still just as bright. I felt so.. small. But in a humbling kind of way and not in the corny kind of way that it sounds as I type this. It seemed to push some perspective on some of the things playing on my mind lately and I guess it reminded me that I wasn't alone in any of it. I'm not alone and I never will be. And there will always be something greater than us. Something bigger and something brighter and something that will shine when the moment is right.
And no matter where we are in the world, we're all looking up at the same moon, right?