Staring at the Moon
A Writer’s Book of Days (01/03) – You’re Standing In A Doorway
She’s not coming in. No matter how many times I call out to my terrier mix, Obi, she remains firmly seated on the bare concrete patio. My feet are getting cold, because I didn’t wear slippers. I didn’t think I’d have to go outside after her. “Obi,” I call out, keeping my voice loud enough that she could hear me, but low enough that I don’t wake the neighbors. Not many people are up as late as I am.
I bribe her. Her usually favorite, carrots, don’t work. Neither does the promise of a Milkbone. She ignores me.
It’s definitely cold tonight, but I’m too lazy to walk upstairs to get a pair of shoes. My bare feet quickly become numb to the ground below me as I leave the doorway and walk towards Obi. Why was she ignoring me? I know she has a nice coat of fur, but she must be chilly as well.
She’s looking up, and her bearded face is bathed in white light. It’s a full moon, and she’s in a Zen state, staring at it. My neighbors’ property lights are off for the night, allowing me to see a sky sprinkled with stars. Lots of them. Now I know why Obi didn’t want to come in.
We stand there for a few minutes and watch peacefully.
She finally looks at me and nudges my hand. She wants her carrot. We walk back to the doorway together.