Series: “Full Moon”

When the full moon rises, I head to the lake.
I love watching the tiny patch of moonlight reflected on the water’s surface.
It constantly changes shape, pulses, and quivers with the waves. The vibrations are so rapid that form loses meaning.
The light writes symbols, like letters. The universe is writing us letters, yet we understand nothing.
I sit for hours on the pier, reading.
Diligently, I take notes.