Notes
Sunny hunched forward, the grainy image of a single bright star penetrating the blackness which, like a heavy mist, billowed through the cracks in the windows as the somber night sky weighed down upon the unkempt farmhouse. She freed her breath, letting it fizzle into the atmosphere.
The surface was steady beneath her thick boots, her helmet weightless on her shoulders. She was weightless. The cold desert stretched out, out into the very corners of the void, the darkness of which was broken only by the blinding floodlights of the shuttle, humanities beacon into the perpetual night. Night? Could night exist upon a land which had never seen day? Except by looking upon the sunlight that greets the earth from so far, far way. The green blue spec teeming with life, death rotting away below the surface. She felt as though she could crush humanity under her feet. Such small cities they build! Backs breaking beneath the weight of the heavy crumbs, an offering to no queen but themselves. Bustling through colonies of sand which are carried away and scattered by a single soft breeze. “One small step for man...” Humanity hangs on to the radio-static buzz of her every proclamation, “One giant leap for-“
A wolf howls. Musical, soft at first, then wild, desperate. The symphony filled her, rolled off her tongue in an ancient dialect uttered only by the lonely astronomers as they beseeched Artemis’ guidance through a vast and empty desert.
The moon embraced it. Snuggling in to the soft glow with a slight smile. It cut through the velvet sky as it reached down into Sunny’s living room. It caressed her through the window, and j Hu ust as the wolf had sung to it, it sang to her. It’s tendrils took her hand, wrapped around her waist, playfully tugging her out into the night. The moon fell over her in waves, it rushed between her ankles as she waded into its depths, rising to her knees, her waist, until it carried her. With each wave she drew closer, almost in it’s reach. It’s calm tide took her away, floating on its gravity as she neared the hill where it await it her. Sunny had once dreamed the moon was a woman; her icy skin emanated a soft glow which brightened when she smiled. Platinum hair braided with thin silver bands. The moon had no need for clothes, for she bore no humanly shame. Sunny realised that she too had left her shame behind her. She had dreamed that she was the sun, or more - wished it, so that the moon and her could waltz around their sacred rock for eternity. Sometimes close and sometimes so far as the ends of the earth. But she didn’t dream about the scar. A river carved into her cheek below her white eye. It was fresh. With her thumb, Sunny traced the red, hoping to wipe away her bloody tear, but alas it was a scar. The Moons fingers were cool around her wrist, and she slipped her hand into hers.
The wolf again, the music.
Her glow brightened, a smile. Wordlessly, she asked Sunny to dance. She moved as though each step were the lyric of a lullaby, she would remember every line but not where she learnt it. They were trees tangling in the wind, sea flowers beneath ocean tide, stars flitting across the sky. She felt the moons touch on her bare skin, their faces inches apart, arms around each other. They spun, her glow was a heartbeat as they swayed with the music of the night. Her gravity was strong, Sunny felt it tug her soul. And her gaze was caught in orbit, unable to pull away. The wolf howled once more, louder, much nearer. She pulled her close. The moonlight filled her. It spread through her. It lit her heart, surged through her veins to her finger tips. Each wave grew stronger. The moonlit sea reared up. It crashed down unto the sand. And she sang with the wolf.
When she opened her eyes, she was not the sun, but a human, breathless on a hill as the horizon began to glow. She let her presence linger, until her light began to fade. No longer was she jealous of the stars, because she had kissed the moon, and the moon had kissed her back.
