Moon

It floated like an orb everywhere I went as a child. Sometimes I wondered where it would disappear to. I often wondered if there was an invisible string that was tied around that some lovely moon-child tugged on so she could carry that shiny round balloon with her everywhere.

I often imagined myself to be that child. So last night when the orb was following me as I took the train home, I felt mesmerised again, after so long, like I did when I watched it follow me everywhere as a child.

I’ve always been fascinated by the moon. It’s beautiful, serene, calm. It depends on the sun for its source of light. It affects the movement of the waves.

I like watching the moon once in a while. It feels like watching an old friend sometimes.

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