You are the same Moon that my mum looked at all her life.

You are the same Moon that Cicero looked at all his life.

You are the same Moon that a young woman in the Bolivian mountains looks at today.

You are a Moon for all people.

In all times.

You are our Moon, yet you belong to no-one.

Your light cheers me.

You make me feel alive and connected.

Yet I can also feel like I’m the only one in the world looking up at you.

You Splendor.

You Joy.

You Moon. x