Richard Ammon,
Laguna Beach, California, January 1, 2010

5 AM before sunrise, Southern California

A brilliant white glowing moon hangs, seemingly weightless, on the edge of deep space, over the Pacific Ocean, its luminescence reflected in the rippling water. The dark gray-blue sky is cloudless. The moon is completely full round. The air is still. There is silence. The reflection is a path to my eye.
The world seems reborn for a moment, as measured in my mind. This is as the world began and continues, across infinite moments and far beyond my mind. A small blink of stunning peaceful beauty suspended across the sky. It was a long time coming. I, on the other hand, have been only a short time coming. I am filled with awe for this moment, then back to bed until the sun replaces the moon of my vision.
I’m only a short term spectator here, stuck to the surface of my planet. The moon on this New Years morning is a reminder that every day is a new year, a light year or a thousand. I am merely a ticket holder for the current event.