Moonlight glints

I was already in a thoughtful mood.  So, when I looked out the window across the bay a little after midnight, I was struck by its inviting, inspiring tone.  The moon was not but halfway to its peak on the horizon.  The sky was clear of clouds, enhancing the brightness in the sky of the moon's reflection of the sun's brilliance.  But the moon was more noticeable as it glanced from the dark Atlantic's waters.  The harbor was silent... no boats, no noises from flights overhead.  It was just the moon reflecting from the Boston Harbor in the early hours of a Monday morning.

Soon the noises would return.  With the advent of day boats and planes would reappear.  The sun would replace the moon.  The dark waters would turn to deep blue.  The beach would emerge from dark shadows.  Reality would break open.

But in this one magical moment just after midnight, in the silence of moonlight glints off the waves of the ocean, I was lost in thought... of the sound of the cheeriest voice on earth, of the sight of the most infectious smile of any face on the planet, and of the awareness of the most pleasant disposition I have ever had.

Immersed in those thoughts, Midnight became 1 o'clock without any time passing, then came slumber.  I awoke a whole new person, having experienced the magic moment of a midnight moon.