[Image by roland 3791 at Deviant Art]
I have liked crescent moons since childhood. I remember tracing their smiling mouths on my bedroom window with silver or golden crayons and getting in trouble for it in the morning.
Even though I was made to wipe the moon smiles away, I marked their beginning and end with tiny stickers my mother wouldn’t notice. I wanted to see if the smiles appeared in the same place every night.
I used to wait until nightfall from late afternoon, my cheeks and nose cold from pressing them against the glass for hours, checking the position of the stickers over and over again.
To my delight the moon smiles moved. It wasn’t long until I had an entire chart of their course across the night sky on my bedroom window.
I would lie in bed watching the spread of the smiles imagining the place where the moon grinned with such joy to be a kind of paradise. I liked the crescent moon so much more than his show off brother, the full moon.
To this day I see people exclaiming in awe at a full moon. It is true that it is hard not to be swept away by its resplendent glory. But it’s all razzle dazzle, there’s nothing friendly about it.
So when people look up at the sky on a night like this and scoff that it’s only a crescent moon, a sliver; I think of the lovely snatches of smiles that adorned my bedroom window. And I grin.