Current mood: contemplative
Last night, I went out around 8pm to run an errand. While out, I looked up and noticed there was a beautiful full moon in the sky. The moon was shining so brightly, I almost mistook it for a street lamp because it was positioned next to an actual street lamp from my vantage point. Seeing last night’s full moon made me remember one night in Paris two years ago. I was walking around not far from the hotel (it was February and too cold to venture far) in search of a restaurant where I could try escargot for the first time. I happened to have looked up and noticed a bright full moon illuminating the Paris night. From my window seat at the small restaurant, I could also see snowflakes swirling past one of the streetlights. That inspired me to write a poem on a napkin about the full moon over Paris. The poem was about my impressions at that moment. After I returned from the trip, I was never able to find the napkin. Seeing the full moon last night made me remember a lot of things: the sensation of walking around alone in Paris at night searching for a small restaurant that DIDN’T seem romantic; being guided by the waiter (in mutual Frenglish) about the proper technique for eating escargot; the full moon giving an incandescent glow to the skyline and treetops. Saint Louis definitely isn’t Paris but for a moment it made me remember Paris.