Our Moon

I am separated from many (most of) the people I love by distances too great to travel frequently.  I have never become used to be separated from my Mother by a distance of over 3000 km even after 30 years.  I have missed having sisters to talk to and laugh with.  I have missed seeing my nieces and nephew grow up.

There are moments, hours and days when it is harder than others to be this far from the only people who have known and loved me all my life.  

And so I look at our moon. The moon we share even over so many miles.  That same moon looks down on us and sees it all.  Sees us.  And I feel not as far away. For the moment at least.