I can remember when I was little, looking up at the moon and wondering why it was following me. Why did it want to go where I was going? I remember thinking to myself, lots of other people are doing much more exciting things. go follow them. shoo! go away!
Today, I still look up at the moon, but I’m not shooing it away anymore. I’m in love with the moon. I love every part of the way it lights up the sky. There are often times I can see the moon (or my room is lit up from it’s bright glow) when falling asleep, that I wish the Man in the Moon a good night.
Good night to my readers, and good night to the Man in the Moon. :-)