Two Moons in Winter

This morning upon awakening I peeked through my curtains and observed what seemed to be two moons, setting just above the building across the street from my bedroom. One shone brightly, more intensely than usual, I thought, like its wattage had been raised. That moon, the real one, had a huge splotch that looked like a bull arching its back in a leap. The fainter one, I realized groggily, was the first moon's reflection in my window, hanging a hand span away from its original.

After realizing there weren't really two moons orbiting Earth, I thought - wouldn't that be something, to have two moons. Every evening, I imagined, we'd all look up and think, what are the moons like tonight? And one would be over here, and the other one would be over there, or obscured by a cloud, and someone might say, oh, I can only see one of our moons.

I've been hooked on these Crocodile Creek placemats and things at Whole Foods. I just love the bright colors and the little factoids in the borders. The other evening, while giving my son his bath above the kitchen sink, I was reminded by a placemat that Jupiter has over 60 moons. Which probably led to my muddled train of thought this morning. Maybe my brain thought that Earth, lonely with its sole pet satellite, grew another...



Amanda Welvers