The vibrant colours of the red dusty mountain become even more alive as they are bathed in the glow of the low and heavy sunset. The green cactuses are for the moment brighter and the earthy rock seems warmly flushed by the suns last moments of shining. The animals seem to sing or skip, enjoying their last few moments of light before the nighttime comes and bow to the sun for its spectacular performance of another day. Second by second the shift of day and night is brought upon us. As time slowly passes, the darkness arises and I feel myself missing the glow of the sun. It did not feel like I was standing on the same mountaintop. No glow, no sound of animals and it was starting to get cold.
However, if one patiently waits, it is soon time for the stars to come out. One will only be able to see them if it is dark enough. The darker it got the more stars filled the sky. Over the mountain I started to sense a little, very humble, white glow. It demanded no attention as it subtlety peered over the dark rock backdrop. An almost eerie light surrounded the curve of the top of the full moon rising over the mountain. Time seemed to stand still as I got absorbed by the hypnotising effect of the slow and gradual awakening of the moon. I was filled with an overwhelming feeling of wonder and astonishment of the grace of these mysterious mechanics of our planet.
In the end, I felt no remorse for the sunset, but only gratitude for the moonrise that was able to follow once it got dark enough. And if you think about it, the glow of the moon is the sun reflection gone it, so in a way the sun never left.
