So, this will be a short one, but a heartfelt one.
In conversations had recently with a new friend (Daisy), I’ve found a new and somewhat renewed appreciation for the moon. All throughout my life, I’ve looked up with fondness to the night sky; the key difference, however, is that I was always looking to the stars. The moon was a simple fixture that I looked at with slight fondness on my way to the stars.
Now, however, I find myself infatuated with her. The moon is now hands down the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. I look forward to her nightly changes with glee. It’s an amazing cycle I count myself lucky to observe.
A quote me and Daisy liked; “Name me a poet who isn’t drunk on the moon, and I’ll name you a man who lies about being a poet.”
That’s all for this week! Your homework: go appreciate the moon!
See you next week!
Sincerely, someone who’s inner child still wants to be an astronomer.