Sitting out in the backyard far from the glow of the city in one of two lawn chairs positioned facing east, I gaze upon the rising moon, watching in silence as it climbs above a slowly fading horizon
And I think to myselfโฆ this bright shining orb, is it lonely sitting there all by itself in the vast turquoise heavens perhaps hoping for a beautiful star to join it on a warm August evening like this
When I see one appear, a glistening gemstone, dazzling in illumined brilliance just to its right and I wonder as I look to the empty seat just to my right, is the moon maybe *thinking the same thing about me