#THE MIDNIGHT SKY FULL#

Where it went, IвЂ™m not too sure but the darkness was eerie and overwhelming. The moon, we already knew by now, was nowhere in sight. We parked our vehicle, toasty warm inside, there in the lot and proceeded to walk down a path through the dunes.

Taking a different route this time, my family and I zigzagged our little Subaru up the curving drive that led in the direction of the White Cedar Swamp where, in past days, weвЂ™d oddly enough crossed paths with a Buddhist monk.

That same night we went to Marconi again hoping to catch another glimpse of the moon over the water but what I saw that night impacted me more then the previous dayвЂ™s adventure. The next day passed by in a rhythm of skimboarding and hanging out at the beach despite the fact that I could not, nor did I want to, shake the image of the night before from my head. The way the image still glowed behind your eyelids like a big dinner plate when they were closed and how the image of it continued to linger in my mind the next day. Everything about it put me in awe, but most of all the shear size of it.

#THE MIDNIGHT SKY FULL#

It was so full and luminous, so close it seemed you could almost reach out and touch it in the night sky. It sat in the sky, fat and low like a setting sun, spilling out across the pitch black landscape and skipping across the peaks of toiling waves. I had no idea it could be so beautiful, something that we see everyday of our lives almost-reinvented in a way by the ocean air and landscape. When we reached the end of the path, I saw the moon. The sky was clear that night, the fresh air invigorating as it sent chills through the core of my body, and we walked down the gravel path through the dunes of Marconi Beach. Before heading out into the overwhelming dark, I pulled the zipper of my sweatshirt up as far as I could to my neck and replaced my hat with the slightly cozier hood of my jacket, as if to hold on to some of the warmth from the car interior before walking out into the cold. Nevertheless, by no means could have imagined it could be as amazing as it was that night, never before thought twice about it hovering there in the sky. IвЂ™d seen the moon before, the way my dad would marvel over it through the lens of his telescope like it was a rare jewel. I thought IвЂ™d already seen the best of Cape Cod over the years the beaches, the bike trails, and trips through the beautiful White Cedar Swamp, but I was wrong.

One night, during my familyвЂ™s traditional summer vacation to Cape Cod, me and my family stopped at Marconi Beach (yes, the very man who invented the radio) to look at the full moon over the water.

The midnight sky