Cool. Pale. Mysterious.
A great gleaming pearl hung in the night’s sky.
A man’s face.
A goddess.
Or a curious rabbit?
For millennia she was our beautiful mystery.
Then astronauts walked on its surface, returning with moon rocks and lunar dust.
But Luna remains a mystical symbol of renewal and regeneration.
Of cycles of life, death, and time.
Maybe now you'll understand why every time I look at her, I sigh and smile softly, knowing she has sighed
and smiled back.
