I watched the moonrise this afternoon. I say this afternoon because it rose at 4:40 p.m. Though it was early, it was beautiful, because it is a full moon tonight. I was able to see it because I was watching it out of the window of the bus as I was on my way to Kyiv.
Though sitting on a bus for five hours is not terribly comfortable, I have started to enjoy (to a certain extent) my bus rides. I am able to catch up on “Being,” which I download and am only able to listen to when I am on the bus. I love listening to it, and it always makes me think (which I suppose is the point of the program).
So I was watching this beautiful moon rise and was listening to “Being” and thinking of my family, specifically my niece. I miss her a great deal. I am lucky because my sister has given me a great deal of latitude with her, because she is not “mine” but my sister has allowed me to borrow her a number of times. For some reason, this beautiful moon made me think of her.
Sometimes it is the simple things, and time on a bus to think, that bring you back down to Earth.