I don't remember seeing it. I don't remember looking at the sky and and spying it late in the morning or afternoon. But I assume it's been there all along and I just haven't looked until last year. About thirteen months ago, I dedicated myself to open and see more.
I do. Now, on days like today, I stare into the clear blueness and catch the familiar shape of the Moon. It's a ghost in the daylight, this morning a pale half-circle arcing its way across the sky.
The Moon has a pull, always has that pull.
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