My dad called me Monday night. He called about the moon.
The gist of the conversation was something like this…
me – what’s up?
dad – have you seen the moon?
me – i guess?
dad – well, everything sucks right now. work sucks, war sucks, that plastic oasis in the ocean sucks, everything sucks. but the moon? the moon is amazing. i’m going to sit outside and appreciate the moon, and everything will be just fine.
The moon was beautiful that night. Thanks, dad.