As a child, I fell head over heels in love with the moon. I’ve yet to recover.
Last night, as I stood outside in the cold air, neck craned so I could see
the fullness of her beauty, I whispered: Do you love me as much as I love you?
She whispered back through the trees: Yes, that much and more.
Photos taken by me, January 30, 2018, North Carolina. Looking up. Always looking up.