How sweetly a full moon sits in the sky. With a gentleness the sun can only envy it gives it’s light like a firefly and weaves from our souls a feeling of magic and longing for the unknown. Oh how I longed to be an astronaut when I was a child. I didn’t just want to go the moon. I was sure I would travel way off into the universe, see other worlds.
Now I’m imagining how good the moon will look from the Appalachian Trail. With no ambient light it will no longer be a firefly’s bum, but God playing with a torch. To be able to see the sea of tranquillity clearly and feel like you can just step off this planet on to the moon.
That’s what I’m most looking forward to, those magic moments when you are alone with just you and the universe staring at each other. It will be worth all the hardships for those moments.