years later, the thought of the moon falling to earth and missing the pacific ocean still scares me.
there is a full moon tonight. i want to dance naked under it, in a meadow full of grass and flowers. but i dare not, for my yard is the dirt of the desert, and i fear my mother would find reason to suspect something.
the old man sat watching the shadows as they trembled in this patch of light, until the sun went down; and when it was night, and the moon was slowly rising, he still sat in the same spot.
the moon is no door. it is a face in its own 