A Whispered Calling

As the snow fell softly and soundlessly from the sky she stared up at the full moon.  Gorgeous.  Pure.  For some reason she did not know, but longed to understand, the moon called to her.  The pull was strongest when the moon was full; though each night she found herself stealing glimpses of the sky.  Joy filling her heart whenever she saw it.  A sighting would cause a peace to flow through her; calmness touching her very soul.  A distant memory flitting her thoughts that she couldn't fully remember.  Was it strange she thought, to yearn for a permanent place like this?  Away from the commotions of modern life.

For a few short seconds she seemed to be taken back.  She saw, but at the same time felt as if she were, a young girl standing on a small mountain looking out over the vast lands before her.  It was that odd time of day - the cusp between morning and night.  The sun rising, yet the moon shinning.  Down below her a small cottage lay, smoke puffing from the chimney.  The sunlight just starting to creep up the yard, but just before it could rise she was snapped back to reality.

A dog pawed at the door.  A child called out for "Mom".  The buzzer on the dryer went off.  Reality.  So much to do, but rarely time to do it all.  The daydream was over, yet the thoughts of the girl on the mountain clung to her.  She would visit the daydream again and learn more.

TO BE CONTINUED...