Sunday, April 30, 2017

Moonlight Sonata

Sunset was already settling across the sky, and the park was extremely vivacious, in the midst of what appeared to be a festival. Despite my current antisocial domineer I decided to take a chance and get my mind off of the negativity surrounding me.

By the time I initiated enough courage to leave my room, the sun had already set and "The Little Mermaid" was about to be played on a movie screen. The stars slowly became visible, each individually presenting its own personality to the world. I noticed someone sitting on the stage next to  a piano. They began to play a familiar tune, Moonlight Sonata. Ironic seeing as the entrancingly blanched moon was beginning to make its appearance into the sky.

I closed my eyes and listened to the sound of the piano music, for what felt like hours. The dissonance of the chords arrested my soul and kept me completely attentive. Eventually, the music ceased and I snapped back out of my trance. Apparently news of an upcoming lunar eclipse spread, and at 2AM everyone was to watch the magnificent and rare alchemy of the full moon.

I lay on the cold grass and glance at the sky, absorbing every beautiful moment of the eclipse. People always say discuss superstitions about the moon, especially during rare occurrences such as an eclipse, it's said to be a beacon for supernatural occurrences. I began to hear their voices and I decided to head home.

As I walked towards The Victorian, I passed by a very peculiar sight. What used to be St. Cecelia's was now an empty lot, leaving behind a single pew in the front lawn. I sat on the pew and closed my eyes, not even fazed by the fact that one of the biggest churches in the area had mysteriously vanished. I picked up a Bible from the shelf behind the pew and randomly selected a page. I opened to Psalm 32 that read:

Heavenly Father,
I come to you as the place I can hide.
Everywhere I go are people who remind me of my loss,
places that bring back memories,
events that should bring joy, but instead bring loss and grief.
Let me truly find rest in you. Amen.

Unfortunately I don't think I'lll ever find rest, not until they do.

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