I continued to read “On the Road” while everyone returned to the room. Above me was a beautiful brunette from NYC. To my right was a beautiful blonde from New Zealand, and there was a girl from Australia. The other four beds were filled by two couples. I slept by the window, periodically turning to see the crescent moon over Rome. — Journal excerpt, July 31, 1998 (my first day in Rome, Italy)
I remember that evening almost 9 years ago like it was yesterday. It’s funny how such moments can later feel etched in your mind, while seemingly inconsequential at the time. I definitely remember making a mental note of the fact that I could lie on my lower bunk, surrounded by several young, attractive fellow travelers in a pension in the Italian capital, and simply turn my head to the left to see a bright white moon watching over the city.
I’m reminded of my first night in Rome every time I take notice of the moon. Full moons, half moons, crescent moons – they all take me back to that moment in time when I felt as though I was the luckiest guy ever. Backpacking around Europe on my own, a newly minted college graduate, beaming with confidence and newfound independence!
Every now and then I even spy the moon from my current apartment, while lying in bed, with the shades slightly open (I like a few shadows cast on the walls as I doze off). It’s calling out to me to see it from all angles and latitudes…and I’m going to answer that call in December.
Sunsets are a dime a dozen. Who out there has a memorable moon moment?