Moon

   There is a man named Moon that I see during my daily walks around Stow Lake in Golden Gate Park, a man with the biggest, most genuine smile that I can recall. As we walk in opposite directions, I pass him perhaps four to five times per day, and on just about every occasion his expression emits to me the look of a man at peace with himself. It makes me feel a bit jealous as I think about it now, but when I am seeing him it makes me smile, and feel that I am completely accepted in his eyes.
   Because my walks are daily, and don't feel as emotionally balanced as I imagine Moon to be, I sometimes feel less-than-ideal in this beautiful place, and can be quite self conscious when in this state. It is during these times that I have the sensation that Moon can actually see how I am experiencing the world. It's not that I see him as being intrusive or judgmental, only that he seems comfortable  enough in himself as to be able to see me fully. I imagine it to be much the same way as I can at times experience the beauty of the nature. It's probably very similar, but I find it more difficuly seeing people in this way.
   While the notion of being completely seen by another person makes me feel scared and naked, I also feel like Moon truly cares about me as a person. That's a good lesson to keep in mind.

Moon