Fluorescent reflections

The old moon had been 'in the new' for some time and was approaching the peak. She sunning herself confidently and smiled graciously, as if she had all the credit for her attractive light. It is well understood that she got credit for it, because she appeared so enchanting, and made people rejoiced by her magic. It required actual knowledge not to confuse her with a luminous object, and although many had this knowledge, forgotten most everything about it when her illuminated disc with a subtle smile, rehearsing spells.

The Moon is, in simplified terms, round like a ball, but it's like a shining disc, you see her when she is full. And thank God for that, because she also has a dark and cold side. She keeps it for herself as cold and darkness seem unappealing to most, and the moon will do almost anything to be honored and loved and is not afraid to dress up a little on her resume. And frankly, how could it almost be any different? She is vain, and poets around the globe, at all times, have hailed her, which contributes to her sense of self.

Right now she was observed on the dark sky that reached down to the sea where it merged with the horizon, and when the wind was gentle, the sea movements lazy with only small ripples, the moon's reflection looked adventurous. A golden highway on the sea, but only fairies, elves and gods could  use it as a road, which they did as it was one of nature's highlights, where magic had almost free rein.

He was totally absorbed in the miraculous scenery and had been sitting here on the beach since sunset. Now he became aware of a horse with a rider approached. They used apparently the golden highway, so the sea would be sustainable in the evening. When they were quite near, he saw that the rider was a woman wearing transparent, vibrant stardust, with amber golden hair that reached down to the top of the thighs. She rose gracefully from her horse and walked directly towards him. Then she stopped and put her head back,  until her hair reached down to her heels, and then she start dancing, and her long hair she used virtuosity to clothe a seductive dance, as visual accompaniment. He got up and stretched his hands towards her but she gracefully, smiling, teasing and welcoming, danced away from him. He followed and tried to grab her delicate hands, but her movements made it impossible for him to reach her, and soon she was on the horse again. She swung quickly and easily up on it while it answered her access with steep, then it turned around and galloped silently out of the golden highway.

He was a little dazed, but noted that there was not left even the slightest trace in the damp sand. Then he looked out to sea and across the golden highway ran the most beautiful phosphorescence in a breathless moment.

He could not see any real purpose of the event, but felt strong and renewed.

The moon smiled, apparently unaffected, while rejoicing the many fantastic events, she inspired, wherever her shining scepter had valid authorization.