Saturday evening, my mom and I took the kids for a walk around her neighborhood. The air was thick with the scent of fresh rain. Puddles dotted the intersecting roads and sidewalks. The sun was slowly setting in the distance leaving streaks of orange and pink underneath the fluffy layer of rain clouds. My sons stomped their feet in the water as we strolled through the streets. We investigated the newly constructed houses and peered at the rolling hills beyond the neighborhood. We even stopped to talk to neighbors along the way. As we meandered past a tiny park in a cul-de-sac, Son #1 looked up into the sky and shouted excitedly. "Look, Mom! I see the moon!"
A crescent moon hid behind the wispy edge of a cloud. It appeared briefly in the dusky sky before being covered by another thick rain cloud. Son #1 gazed up at the moon in awe. His hands were tucked into the pockets of his jacket but his feet danced with delight. "Did you see it, Mom? Did you see it?" My eldest son asked as he wriggled with joy.
"Oh, yeah. I saw it." I said sweetly. "It was really pretty."
Son #2 began to look around. He was curious about our conversation and wanted to join in the fun. My youngest son watched as his older brother tilted his head back to peer at the moon again. The thick clouds rolled away once more to reveal a sliver of the moon. "I see the moon again!" Son #1 called out. Son #2 leaned back as far as he could and scanned the sky for the elusive moon. Then, he caught sight of it and cried. "Oh! Look! Da moon! I see da moon!"
As we walked back to my mom's house, the boys repeatedly tried to spy the moon. When they were successful, they would call out. "I see the moon again!" It became a game of hide and seek as the clouds obscured the moon for minutes at a time. Eventually, the clouds would move on in the sky and the moon would reappear as bright as ever. Finally, we arrived at my mom's house. The boys were exhausted from our walk around the neighborhood. They rubbed their eyes sleepily and climbed into their car seats. Once they were buckled in, we drove off to our own home. As I drove, I could hear them whisper to each other before falling asleep.
"Do you see the moon?" Son #1 said quietly to his younger brother.
"Yeah. Da moon." Son #2 replied dozing in his car seat.
The moon's light gently provided a slight glow in the night sky. The boys slowly drifted off to sleep. Soon, all that could be heard was the tires rolling down the road and their soft breathing. Their little faces leaned onto the seats as the moonlight once again disappeared behind the clouds in the sky.