Halo

So.

(Just like one translation of the first word of Beowulf.)

Tonight was a singular moon-night.

I don't like Tuesdays, because I have to work at twelve and then at
eight, so between that and my classes I get minimal time during the day
to do things like eating. And tonight the Chem building was creeping me
out just a little. I have mace now, which my father gave me, so I had
it in my pocket, and I put my hand in with it when I stepped outside.
It was cold, but I didn't really notice it because the Chemistry
library had been pretty chilly. I walked out, down the new-paved
walkway towards B lot, and then I looked up.

The sky was spottily clouded. It was like quilting. And there was the moon, almost
full, in the middle of a halo that stretched out many times the
diameter of the moon. When the clouds were over the moon, the inside of
the halo was mist-white. It stretched out, and then, at the edges, it
faded into yellow, and orange, and red. These colors all were very
pale, barely discernible... but they were there.

The most amazing part, though, was when the breaks in the clouds moved over the
moon. Then, the halo cast a sort of half-seen mist over the black space
behind the moon, and it looked... for all the world... like there was
something solid behind the moon. Like the sky was not the fathomless
black expanse that it is. Space doesn't look flat; it looks like the
night sky - like it has depth. But this didn't. There was just enough
of that halo to make it really seem as if there was something there. It
was almost... amber-colored. It was like there was something there.

That moment was brief; soon there were clouds again. But they were just as
beautiful. I wanted a camera so badly. It was so clear, and cold, and
just...

Yeah.