Jupiter & Moon

       This morning, at ten minutes before six, I stepped out of my foyer and instinctively gazed up at the city sky. And there she was. A lone, tiny, slightly yellowed jewel shining brilliantly against a midnight blue canvas. Jupiter. I stared at her like a lover, frozen in a familiar trance. After what felt like an hour but was in actuality just a few minutes; after it felt like every thought I have ever had in my life had somehow just floated through my mind like a series of clouds; after the eternity of this moment gave way to this moment in eternity, I shook my head in stupefied wonder and moved on.
       As I crossed the street, I felt something behind me. A presence. I turned around, and there she was. The moon. Nearly full. Radiating her magic. Another lover in the sky. Once again transfixed, I happily surrendered to her mesmerizing beauty, and gave her all of my attention. Then I suddenly remembered Jupiter. So I turned back to look at her again. And of course, she was still there.  
       The totality of my existence was just the three of us. Three crazy lovers, silently going at it, in this metaphysical bedroom of just one infinite moment.

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