I lie in bed gazing at the full moon staring back at me through a crescent window high on my bedroom wall. It has been the same for twenty seven years now…my personal time with the dark sky.
In twenty seven years, 324 full moons plus a few extra blue moons. Interesting, yet trivial knowledge from this moon child.
My mind drifts to those few I’ve shared this magic with-most all of them gone from this tiny speck of a planet in an insignificant universe.
“Come here,” I call out to the other room; Romeo comes to watch another moonrise with me.
©Nancilynn Saylor
31 January 2018
Nancilynn is Writing again 