I just went outside so I could look at the moon. It’s so beautiful! It’s not quite full. I can’t remember if it’s currently waxing or waning…I’ve lost track. All I know is that it reminded me of when I was a kid of about 12. I used to take my dad’s binoculars, climb up onto the backyard shed, and gaze at it. It’s still the same beautiful moon. The time when I was 12 is so far away from now. That’s just so far away from now. But still, today, the moon is the same and so lovely. Still the same old mystical, luminous moon that captivated me all those years ago.