“The moon is a loyal companion. It never leaves. It’s always there, watching, steadfast, knowing us in our light and dark moments, changing forever just as we do. Every day it’s a different version of itself. Sometimes weak and wan, sometimes strong and full of light. The moon understands what it means to be human. Uncertain. Alone. Cratered by imperfections.”

I am so grateful that my property affords me views of the moonlight over the water. I can well recall the summer the capelin were rolling, and the moon shone across the bay, lighting up the myriads of silvery fish dappling the surface as they came in to spawn. It was a spectacle I shall never forget, and I stayed up well past midnight to enjoy it.

My dear niece and I have our love for the moon in common, and inwardly feel its “gravitational pull“. I often think of her in a quiet moment, with “one last look” before I head to bed, and see the next morning that she was taking pictures of it too!

“And they danced by the light of the moon …”