I pulled out my phone and googled: ‘How far is the moon from the earth?’.
It wasn’t so random coz I think about the moon often.
238,900 miles.
Two hundred and thirty eight thousand nine hundred miles.
But why does that feel surprising? I didn’t even have a guesstimate; my brain isn’t really built for math, and yet this surprised me.
I’m a little bewitched by the moon. Every night, I look for her, wondering what shape she’ll take, whether she’s nestled behind the clouds, or hanging so far to the front of the stage that she looks like a prop suspended from some ornate ceiling on a Broadway show. If I wanted to, I could just stretch my arms out far enough, on the tips of my toes and grab her. And take a huge bite.
Every night I wonder if she’s the reason for my mood lol. These days I feel my best self when I’m ovulating. About a week after my period, I start to feel like a fucking beast. My skin be glowing, the pheromones be popping, and I get fixated on my google calendar, counting the days of my cycle to see if this really is the moment (you know I don’t trust those tracking apps coz I know someone’s son somewhere is trying to control our bodies). Maybe the moon made me a conspiracist?!
Anyway, she makes me want replicate her behavior — the moon that is — and cast an overwhelming glow across the night sky; never outshining the stars but never really needing to, just enough to make you stop a sec and catch your breath.
There’s a spell to the magic behind ordinary things. The sun rising every day to greet us. The walk to the bodega for a B.E.C. Calling a friend to ask whether they wanna go dancing tomorrow night. Sending a flirty text after drafting it a million times over. A stranger saying ‘good morning’. All things we’ve never really needed to reinvent the wheel for, that remind us what it means to be here, in this moment.
Erykah Badu’s ‘Other Side of The Game’ comes on shuffle:
“Summer came around and the flowers bloomed
He became the sun, I became the moon.”
I could watch the Moon’s show every night and never get bored. I just wish everyone had the chance the see this view.
The invisible wire she hangs from is 238,900 miles long. And every night she reminds us that she’ll always go the distance.
As a fellow moon adorer, this stack is perfection. Also props on getting such a good photo of Lady Lunar, she’s always a shy gal when I try 🥹