Three months ago:

on my drive home, i always look for the moon. i momentarily lose my train of thought when i catch a glimpse of the moon, my eyes even leaving the road while i let my peripheral vision take the wheel. the driving is not safe, but i feel guided by its light. cast against the darkness of the sky, it glistens in its crescent-ness. or its fullness. or even if it is just a sliver of light, it calms me. there are nights when i leave my blinds open, just so i can stare at the moon. i let its light in my room, while i lay in the darkness, breathing in the stillness. my mind becomes a blank state and my eyes are locked in its swelling. i always say that i want to be a morning person but it is the night that embraces me. and it is the moon that welcomes me.