“When I was a little boy, it seemed to me that there were many moons. My grandmother had a moon, and my other grandmother had one too. We had a moon over backyard, and my best friend Art had moonlight in his bedroom from his moon. When we visited our relatives in Chicago, I was not surprised to discover their moon. Then one night, as we returned from a visit to my grandmother I watched out of the car’s back window and saw her moon follow us home. Her moon was our moon, there was just one moon! Now the sky seemed so empty.”

(Source: noctivagants, via funeral)