Sweet Fat Yes

Earlier tonight, sitting here in the dark, before this glowing screen, I raised my head and saw, outside—tan, and warm, and somehow plump—a gorgeous, gorgeous moon. Instantly crushing on the Universe, I sat here bewitched remembering where we are.

We are living on Earth. Every wonderful, irritating, ordinary thing that happens to any of us during a day is happening on a pretty blue sphere spinning and spinning and spinning and spinning through a dark and mysterious sea of nothing.

There is something about seeing the Moon—knowing it more intimately, more quietly, than the Sun—that reminds me that this ground below me—knowable and sure—is actually the surface of ball I am stuck to somehow, and above me, over my head, higher than my roof, past the tallest building around, above the clouds, and past the air, there is a sweet, fat moon, then other things, and then nothing.

Outside, without anything built or growing above me, I reach up and touch the Universe.