The moon was shining on the waves, and a little
island distant off the shore also was being bathed in the littoral moonlight.
It felt like visiting a closed theater and walking around the stage without all
props and lights. During the day it would have been filled with people, young
men and women enjoying the fruits of life. They had sun, they had sports,
drinks and food and flirting, but now, it was silent and desert, and even the crash
of waves were shy.
The distant horizon allowed by the moonlight featured
a lonely lamp light of some fishing boat. It made me think of this lifestyle so
different from mine, these fishermen so daring to face usually dark nights in
the wild open sea, must be terrible to have the feeling of being lost in the
dark waterworld. I don’t recall ever being so distant off the shore to barely
have any touch with civilization (probably reduced to a little line of dotted
lights in their point of view) and being surrounded by a scenario that isn’t
even fit for humans to live in. But today this moon must be looking beautiful
in their eyes too. Moments of clarity like this don’t come too often.
I saw this particular wave reaching further
into the sand. Is the tide growing high? I looked up to the moon. Is she doing
it, in front of my eyes? Suddenly, when I looked down below again, I felt I had
the realization that I perceive the distance of the sea and the surface of the
planet (maybe even see a slight curvature?) and this beautiful white ball being
an enormous orbiting satellite, affecting all of our lives.
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