Last night, I spent about 30 minutes star gazing — or moon gazing rather. During this time, the moon playfully popped in and out from behind the clouds as if playing a game of peek-a-boo with me.
Our time together, though limited, was different somehow: special. I came away feeling a much needed calmness. And although I wished we could spent more time, the moon let me know in his own way that he was needed elsewhere. Perhaps he and cow were meeting up for another jumping session. It mattered not. He bid me farewell, tucked in behind the clouds, and disappeared.
Good Night Moon…and Thank You!
those kinds of moments have a way of grounding us, no?