For a few brief moments I saw our Moon, floating low in the sky. It was just a quarter, shielded by the curvature of our Earth, that shaped itself clearly enough to know we are a Planet, a World, hanging in the absent gravity of space. The shadow of our smudged orb, eating its way across our Moon, flaunted shapes of trees and mountains, pompously, as a peacock might boast its plume. Our Earth and Moon soon became obscured by a mist of cloud, until the sky faded, losing the brilliant white reflection from the surface of our partner into a dull grey blemish obscured by weather.

January 27, 2022 –

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