I grew up in the country, spending years of nights under a vast unending veil of star studded sky. I took the moon for granted, never gave her much thought. She was always up there unless clouds held her in a smothering kiss. I remember the first walk on the moon and how we gathered around the TV like millions of other people, wondering how it felt to be so far from home and was it real, really-real? I remember looking out the window at her in the sky and thinking
Moon Sick
Moon Sick
Moon Sick
I grew up in the country, spending years of nights under a vast unending veil of star studded sky. I took the moon for granted, never gave her much thought. She was always up there unless clouds held her in a smothering kiss. I remember the first walk on the moon and how we gathered around the TV like millions of other people, wondering how it felt to be so far from home and was it real, really-real? I remember looking out the window at her in the sky and thinking