Bonus post (because I need to clean my mirror)!
So in the calm moments before going to sleep I often catch phrases like people count sheep. The sun in all its glory, and the moon were my thought about a week ago. The habit of writing these down is as the whim of the wind (though I believe the wind has no whim, but arrives precisely where it should, when it should), though I suppose this makes my habit no habit at all.
Surely the joy of the sun is in the knowledge that it always shines-
always seeks to provide though it may be hindered by the clouds-
what burden it must be also, to always be on-
to be at risk of being taken for granted, but how much more the moon!
To always be on and less dim, less likely to be noticed, and when sky is
shared: noticed even less.
But the secret is this: to know that its light is the sun's-
standing only as a reflection- a rock in orbit cascading light-
for which it can only be grateful.
Coincidence seems to be the theme of the day. They are my favorite days
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