Today was full of heavy stuff but ended with the moon floating above as if it were nothing. She is probably right.
It was a bad day after learning about killer hornets, reading a devastating report by a New York nurse, and watching the first half of even more devastating Michael Moore-produced Planet of the Humans.
I will watch the second half after I post this, even though I felt physically sick and had to stop a few times already. But it’s important that we watch it and discuss. It won’t matter much but we might feel better after.
But I also learned that a bird I often see but can never take a photo of it because it’s too fast is a hoopoe and not just some jay as I had thought.
What made me smile even more was this news: On my 50th birthday in two weeks, the moon, Venus and Jupiter will align to form a smiling face.
I could not hope for better symbolism. And then sister tells me that she has been saving this photo for a while, intending to send it to me the day before my birthday. ❤
And finally, here is my moon from tonight and a Planet of the Apes kind of poem.
My moon is monk.
My moon is key.
My moon is mon key.
Monkey is majmun*.
*Majmun (pronounced mymoon) is Croatian/Serbian etc. for monkey.
In response to Patrick Jennings’ Pic and a Word Challenge #230: Moon