If you look closely, you can see Venus to the left of Moon (not bad for an iPhone photo). Yes, they are actually millions of miles apart, but extending my arm I covered both of them with my thumb. Earlier, in the dark sky just beginning to hint at the possibility of dawn, I imagined them having a conversation.
"Oh Moon!" cries the Sparkly One. "You have spilled all your lovely light! Your beautiful bowl is now more than half empty! You must right yourself before you lose another drop!"
"Hush, you glittering Wanderer," says Moon. She knows that Venus is not like the other stars, fixed in their travels across the sky. "It is my way. I travel the same path around the blue-green orb below us. For half of that journey, I fill my bowl with light from that distant Golden Lantern until I can hold no more. For the other half, I empty it until not a single glimmer remains. And so it has always been--filling, emptying, filling, emptying. And some--but not all--of those Beings down below on the blue-green orb watch me. They marvel as those beautiful blue pools rise and fall as I tug on them. They plant their seeds according to my light, the seeds feeling their own tug away from darkness. Female Beings follow their own cycles, as their bodies and blood feel the tug too. But these days, fewer and fewer of them honor me with a even a glance my way."
The Sparkly One sighs. "Well, dear Friend. I honor you. You are truly beautiful this morning. I will sparkle with all my might, as close to you as I can get, so that the Beings down below cannot help but notice us both."
"Thank you," says Moon. "You are a true friend. And you too are beautiful in your own sparkly way. I know we will drift apart soon, but I will look for you at dawn and dusk, when the Golden Lantern's light is dim. And perhaps we will be noticed by one or two Beings on the blue-green orb. It will be enough."
"Oh Moon!" cries the Sparkly One. "You have spilled all your lovely light! Your beautiful bowl is now more than half empty! You must right yourself before you lose another drop!"
"Hush, you glittering Wanderer," says Moon. She knows that Venus is not like the other stars, fixed in their travels across the sky. "It is my way. I travel the same path around the blue-green orb below us. For half of that journey, I fill my bowl with light from that distant Golden Lantern until I can hold no more. For the other half, I empty it until not a single glimmer remains. And so it has always been--filling, emptying, filling, emptying. And some--but not all--of those Beings down below on the blue-green orb watch me. They marvel as those beautiful blue pools rise and fall as I tug on them. They plant their seeds according to my light, the seeds feeling their own tug away from darkness. Female Beings follow their own cycles, as their bodies and blood feel the tug too. But these days, fewer and fewer of them honor me with a even a glance my way."
The Sparkly One sighs. "Well, dear Friend. I honor you. You are truly beautiful this morning. I will sparkle with all my might, as close to you as I can get, so that the Beings down below cannot help but notice us both."
"Thank you," says Moon. "You are a true friend. And you too are beautiful in your own sparkly way. I know we will drift apart soon, but I will look for you at dawn and dusk, when the Golden Lantern's light is dim. And perhaps we will be noticed by one or two Beings on the blue-green orb. It will be enough."
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