Full Moon

Sometimes I am so forgetful. (Birthdays are the worst.) I have a planner which I refer to daily for fear I will forget something of Importance, for my memory does not discriminate on what it wishes to forget.  My mind becomes so full; I can’t keep it all in order. So, as I drive home from a very long day with many things on my forgetful mind, I begin to wonder why the neighborhoods which are usually so dark seem so bright as I drive past. I finally pull into my driveway, and as I get out of my car I am again taken by the brightness of this night which is always so lightless besides a few street lamps.  I then look up seeing the brightest moon I have ever seen casting all of its proverbial light upon me. I am immediately stricken, stuck right to my spot. I then recall being told tonight was a full moon. I am unable to look away at this light being cast upon me, as the warmest of feelings washes over me.  I feel a presence much greater than my own and a feeling of hope for me and others, that even on the darkest of nights there will be a light to look too, no matter how dim, bright, or unexpected. My mind then wanders to things greater and unearthly before the cold finally creeps into my epiphanic thoughts and reminds me I am standing in my driveway. I turn going into my house with a smile as bright as the moon, and announce to my parents that they must go outside and look up, for it is something they must not miss.