Ancient orb in the blackness of the sky blossoming and wandering throughout the emptiness of the night, the moon keeps a nocturnal watch.
Our nearest companion, covered in craters and mountains, with contours and shadows on her surface. Pareidolia filling in the blanks, letting us perceive what we want.
Full of expression, never one to eclipse emotions behind celestial shadows, the brilliant rhythm of her smile easily controlling an eternity of tides.
Bathed in the beauty of her light, one must wonder…do we gaze longingly upon the moon because she is so bright? Or is the moon so bright because we longingly gaze upon her?