Absent Minded

As I look up absent mindedly at the moon I think how is it that something in the sky created among nature can shine so brightly, but yet no one truly knows how or who created it. An object with such mystery, but yet so unique as nothing else has the same form or same markings or even the same significance. Then the clouds cover it every now and then like a child in need to play hide and seek. For anyone who will take the time to look up and admire its exsistance and beauty.

“Sometimes, they say, the moon is so busy with the new souls of the world that it disappears from the sky. This is why we have moonless nights. But in the end, the moon always returns, as do we all.” – Mitch Albom, Tuesdays With Morrie.