I’ve been enjoying the unusually clear skies all week and the beautiful unveiling of the moon’s phases. The skies have always held so much fascination for me and Frank Sinatra’s “Fly me to the Moon” allow me to easily fantasize about Spring on Jupiter and Mars,I love the words and melody. People in the city usually don’t take time to appreciate the mystery and beauty.

The moon has loomed large in culture through music and literature as well as history. The unsinkable Titanic rammed an iceberg and plunged to the ocean depths when lookouts on a moonless night didn’t see the threat. Imagine that night how black it was without the moon, I can easily spend hours lost in the stars and moon gazing, eagerly snapping my camera. The moon is not an easy capture and  it takes patience and lots of practise.

Tonight I anticipate the full pink moon and I have no thoughts on how long I will have to stay up waiting for her, whatever it takes, I shall do it. . This name came from the herb moss pink, or wild ground phlox, which is one of the earliest widespread flowers of the spring. Other names for this month’s celestial body include the Full Sprouting Grass Moon, the Egg Moon, and among coastal tribes the Full Fish Moon, because this was the time that the shad swam upstream to spawn.

I love this thought as well..the easiest way to feel close to anyone you love who is far from from you is to look at the moon.  You see, it doesn’t really matter where you are.  If you both look up, you will be looking at the same moon.  Distance doesn’t seem so great if you think of it like that.

Tonight my lover is the moon and this affair is not ending anytime soon.

copyright Es-tee Miller

“She was like the moon, a part of her was always hidden”…