5:45 a.m. A bright winter moon lights the way for a pup who needs out after a long night. Einstein once said that he gained solace knowing the moon was there, even if he wasn't looking at it.
This morning I looked. And I remembered that when I grew up the moon was made of cheese and you always looked for the man in the moon. Love meant spooning under the moon in June - the same moon that the cow jumped over. The very same moon that shone on that river for Henry Mancini and Johnny Mercer's "Moon River" for a lovely Audrey Hepburn in Breakfast at Tiffany's...
The same moon that lit the path for Hans Christian Anderson in 1840, while he wrote "What the Moon Saw."
The same moon that shone down upon me waiting at the kitchen door this morning.
One night when you're looking for a sense of permanence in your hectic world, look up with an unscientific eye.