Maybe the most difficult task of the semester was choosing just five lines from Ovid as my favorite. I was both impressed and moved by the lines that others chose: the lines from Pythagoras were scholarly and probably the most encompassing of the whole book, the lines from Europa were "where it all began," the lines from Orpheus were filled with deepest love, and the lines from Arachne were as beautiful as the tapestry they described. Yet, I stillstand by my lines:
"The moon was three nights short of rounding out
its horns. But when its circle was complete
and shone in full upon the earth, then she,
in a loose robe, barefoot, her hair uncombed
and unadorned, went out to wander through
the silences of midnight."
-pg. 216 from the story of Medea and Aeson
It is within these lines that I can see myself, and I am comforted by the image of home. I see myself walking well into the night with only the moon for my guide. My hair and clothes are of no concern. There is no one there to see me and no one to see, but I am surrounded. I am covered by the thick blanket of night, tucked in securely with my thoughts, and at that moment, everything makes sense and anything is possible.
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