There are those who regard the moon as iconic. Responsible for so many things – the tides, poetry, music, whether or not werewolves howl. Others regard it as evidence, the closest we have, that other worlds besides our own exist or have existed.
I acknlowledge those things but when I look at the moon I wonder if someone else is looking at it too at the same time as me. I wonder who they are, what their life is like, what they think about. I wonder if they are wondering if someone else is looking at the moon along with them. I wonder if they feel the moon connects us somehow, in an almost indefinable way. No matter where you are in the world you can look up as the skies darken and see the moon placed carefully in the sky like a cloud with all the wispy bits smoothed out. Like a guiding light.
Moon gazing. Moon watching. It makes me realise we aren’t all that much different, no matter what part of the earth we’re gazing from.