Moonlight

The moon emits such pure silver light that you can taste it on your tongue. The frosty air coats your tongue and burns your lungs and you can cling to the solidness, the solemnity, and the stillness of the painted world around you. Breathe it in, taste it, and live forever in one moment. Grasses the color of night poke their slender bodies above the snow, bent over and sleeping, waiting for warmth and melting snow and crickets. A million stars gaze upon you as you gaze upon them, awestruck, in the darkness. You could lose yourself in eternity without the sound of your leather-clad feet making the frozen snow go skish skish skish as you stomp up the hill, walking the border of dark and light. envying the King of Silence who can glide across it on owl's wings without disturbing a single snowflake. It is cold and you are alone, but you are as much a part of this painting as the owl, the snow, the night, the moon, and the patient grass. You are a member of this eternal beauty.