Moon’s Friends and Dreams
The sunset had arrived, painting the sky burnt orange. Half of the Sun had gone into hiding and its good friend the Moon had come out from the blue. And so another day ended and another night had set in. As it grew later, the Moon’s little friends appeared one by one. Stars they called themselves and each had their own twinkle. Pollux was as orange as her warmth towards her twin brother, Castor. Polaris was as blue as the calm sea and took it upon herself to be the voice of reason. Castor didn’t notice he was white until the Moon told him about it. Betelgeuse is raging red most of the time. The once quiet darkness was suddenly filled with chatter.
Castor was once again arguing with Betelgeuse as to who could shine brightest. Everytime the white light of Castor won over the ominous red of Betelgeuse. As always, Betelgeuse would throw invectives at Castor, trying to bait him into a fight. He was 100% sure that he’d always win if that were the terms of the contest. But everytime, Pollux would step in, stopping Castor from doing anything brash. There was one rule to be followed once nighttime came, if one engages in a fight his twinkle will bit by bit fade until none is left. While these three stars argue with one another, Polaris always stepped in and twinkled as bright as she could, and all the other stars stopped and were left in awe at her light. She would always remind the young ones to remember the rule of peace. Betelgeuse would always say he didn’t start it, and the twins would back each other up. Oh yes, it was a neverending feud between the two.
Moon always sighed when she would see the stars fought with one another. She was too concerned with when she’d be able to talk to Sun again. It would always be a few minutes everyday. And everyday Moon yearns for dusk and dawn to arrive, as it meant seeing the bright and warm light of Sun. In those limited minutes, they would talk about how different the green grass were and how beautiful the clouds were when they danced with the mountaintops. Moon would excitedly share her night of watching over lovers strolling in the park, and eating under her delicate light, or the excitement of seeing the police frantically trying to catch up with an escaped fugitive. Sun always wondered about the night, and how different his stories were with hers. He narrated the black smoke that seemed to choke the tall buildings every morning and people enjoying his warm embrace when they were near Ocean or Sea, like hitting a ball back and forth over a net, and scantilly clad men and women lying down on the sand. In those few stories, Moon and Sun always wondered what it would be like if they could switch places and view for themselves the stories they shared with one another.
