MoonWatcher’s Equilibrium

By : Osiris

 

And she stepped off the Jeep. Adjusting the strap of her little black bag, MoonWatcher sighed and walked sullenly on. The gate swallowed her apathetically, blinking away the early morning light. MoonWatcher looked at the dark shadows within the gate and glanced back at the sunshine she left behind. “Never mind the sunshine” she said to herself, “It’s just sunshine”

 

“It’s just sunshine” she kept on repeating to herself as she walked past the noisy children. A tug on her jacket brought her gaze down at Starshine. “Bye, bye” said her sister and jogged off to her classmates.

 

MoonWatcher observed the bits and pieces of sunshine that stuck to her little sister. Looking down, she found the pieces of Starshine’s sunlight peeling off of her and running away from the shadows of the school. Running away especially from the shadows it saw in MoonWatcher’s heart. “It’s just sunshine.”  She repeated her voice hushed.

 

Walking up the stairs to the high school building, MoonWatcher marveled at the way the sunshine had broken through the ingrained shadows of the school and how they cast tiny slivers of golden baked sunlight on the steps. She suddenly stopped marveling when she saw the sunlight leaning away from her shadow. “It’s just sunshine” she said yet again.

 

Something told her to look up and she did. MoonWatcher had just saved herself from bumping into PaleRose. MoonWatcher nodded and moved on.

 

She didn’t mean to be rude. PaleRose was no more than an acquaintance really. An acquaintance that MoonWatcher loved seeing. Loved seeing…loved?

 

But nevertheless, never expect a ‘hi’ from me, thought MoonWatcher as she entered her classroom. It was empty save for one classmate who had fallen asleep on the desk. “I don’t say hi” muttered MoonWatcher as she sat down to finish her assignment.

 

And classes begin and MoonWatcher takes notes.

 

“When the supply and the demand meet here in the middle” her itsy-bitsy economics teacher graphed on the dark green black board. “It’s called equilibrium”

 

“Equilibrium” repeated MoonWatcher as she copied, “A state of balance between supply and demand”

 

“Give examples” called her itsy-bitsy economics teacher.

 

“The demand I have for warmth and light must be equal to the supply of sunshine in the world.” Replied MoonWatcher to the paper.

 

“When the supply exceeds the demand” continued her itsy-bitsy economics teacher “it’s called a surplus” her sharp eyes gazed across the room, “Give examples in your notebook.”

 

“The supply of sadness and trials in my life exceeds my demand for it” wrote MoonWatcher’s hand. “A surplus of sadness.”

 

The itsy-bitsy economics teacher ‘humphed’ and continued yet again. “When the demand exceeds the supply however,” she said, drawing a dot on her graph on the dark green black board. “It is a deficit” the soft tap-tap-scrape of the chalk continues as she spoke again. “Give examples.”

 

“The demand for happiness and contentment in my life exceeds the supply that the world gives” MoonWatcher scribbled in her weak handwriting. “A deficit of happiness”

 

MoonWatcher closed her eyes.

 

Come break time, she wrote her assignment again. PaleRose crossed her path but MoonWatcher didn’t look up. At least not obviously. She would look like she loved to see PaleRose. Loved to see…loved?

 

Looking up she saw SadHarlequine with WhiteSnow and MoonGoddess. She nodded again.

 

SadHarlequine, WhiteSnow and MoonGoddess were her friends. She missed them a lot but…missed? Loved?

 

“A surplus of sadness” repeated Moonwatcher when they had left.

 

“A surplus of sadness” she repeated to the bad on her way home. “A deficit of happiness and sunshine”

 

Climbing up her old, old tower, she sat on her bed and fell limply on the dusty sheets.

 

“What must I do with a surplus and a deficit?” she asked aloud.

 

The moon looked down sadly.

 

“Find an equilibrium in them my Watcher” the moon said softly as MoonWatcher’s eyes fell closed. “In them find your balance.”

The End