Captivated by the moon.
Again.

Only, I feel less connected to it here. Here it is between the buildings, across the cold gushing water of the East River...home, it was on the beach mingling with the sand between my toes, dancing in the water against my bare skin, breathing patience and wait and go into my skin so that I was ok with me.

At home the moon was at my fingertips, it was mine to have and to hold.

Here it's still here and still bright and still strong, representing many things that I respect. It's just harder to feel, instead of just see. Like everything else here, it's harder to feel.

I can't help but think I was spoiled for too long...maybe it's supposed to be harder to feel.
Maybe I should work for it. Seek it out, instead of what right in front of my face.