on coming home late

[jinian]

I step outside and am shocked by the moonlight. Even in the city, streetlights' shadows are a pale living blue. I look up at the moon. It's like a hole in the sky filled with blue-white glare. As I gaze at it, trying to resolve shadows on its surface, it grows larger until it seems that it's falling toward me. I try to outstare it, but the illusion grows until I have to look away and shake my head, stifling an urge to go back inside. A little warily, I look back. The moon is still very bright, but its shadows smile at me faintly.