2011-06-08
I went outside to look at the moon
The night was bright beneath the clouds and the air was still with the breathy warmth of early summer. I ran to the edge of the school yard and craned my neck to see. Wisps of silver clouds cast shadows as they streamed past the massive glow until it hung like an overripe peach.
I watched as it's color deepened from a deep orange to an incandescent scarlet and it's edges began to pulse and expand like a kaleidescope filled with hot wax (or one of the swirly, colorful water projection shows at a rave circa 1996.)
Deepening still, the color changed to a savage purple like an expanding bruise. The moon's edges roiled and curdled, dripping flames and spilling white-hot moon rocks toward the earth.
The shape became unhinged and the exploding mass turned color again to a fiery crimson as it plummeted, pouring molten space onto the earth in slow motion as thick, white clouds of ash engulfed the sky fire, hiding it from view.
tinteardrop at 2:52 p.m.