Whoa

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Whoa, look at the moon.

It is full and bright and it makes the night feel like a mysterious day.  It fills me with long forgotten memories of dewy grass under my feet, of riding in the passenger seat with sleepy eyes and a smile on my lips, of wishing into the dark when I was eight and filled with all that could be.

It says to me, you are safe.  It says to me, you are alive.

I make a wish and blow it to the sky.  The wind carries my voice as I whisper back, I am filled with light.

Whoa, look at the moon.

It is big and orange and resting on the horizon as if weighed down to earth.  It makes me think of summer campfires and catching random bits of music my brother plucks out on his guitar.  It is soft, and warm, and close enough to touch.

It says to me, the day has passed now.  It says to me, you can set it down.

I reach out and imagine that my fingers brush its surface.  The night is singing softly as I whisper back, hello old friend.

Whoa, look at the moon.

It is a sliver amongst a sea of stars, barely there and mostly hanging in shadow.  It is not light enough to see around myself, but it is dark enough to find the stars.  Sometimes I stare at it through my window while curled under my blankets, only a little of me showing.

It says, inhale, you do not have to be always beaming.

It says, exhale, you will shine again.

I smile into my pillow, and it sends my words to the sky as I whisper back, I will see you again.

Meet me on my front porch with blankets after the sunset dies.

Tell me a secret, tell me a wish.  Often, I find they can be the same thing.  Hold my hand and listen as I tell you about my day, my week, my life.  Just because I repeat myself does not mean I mean it any less.  Sometimes, I am too caught up in wonder to realize how I’m conveying it.

You do not have to think too hard, you do not have to always understand.  I want you here with me.  I want to share my thoughts, my curiosity, my wonder, while you sit at my side.  Simply stare with me in amazement when I point up and say,

Whoa.

Look at the moon.

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