you, the soon-coming-home-to-me you.
do you know what I think is far under-credited?
it's consistent as the sun,
but nobody ever talks about the moon rising, steadily as ever.
we see the same moon every night.
When I realized, I added a step to my nightly routine.
I squeeze shut my right eye,
stretch out my left hand
and touch it with my pinky.
the moon is a beautiful thing,
and beautiful things..
they are to be treated delicately.
so only pinkies are used
but in those moon-touching moments
I feel connected
to that little piece of the world that holds my heart
(that's you, sweet boy).
all my love,