Back on the work grind. I would have liked to post this earlier, but I had to get back to the gym first. I’m still writing new content so, again, I can confirm a steady posting schedule for most, if not all, of the month.
I don’t remember how I thought of this story. I think it’s just one of those that came to mind and I ran with it. I’m not sure how I feel about this one. I do know that this won’t be expanded upon in the future. The one thing I do like is the length. I’m curious to hear your opinions.
The moon looks different now that I’m older. I know we landed on it, and that it isn’t made of cheese, so the childish excitement and wonder that came from looking up has disappeared.
Finding the moon in the day time is one of the few things that still makes me smile, because no matter how many times I find it hidden amongst the clouds, it surprises me every time.
Now when I look at the moon, I wish we could go back. I wonder how long it will take us to get to Mars, if anyone still has any legitimate interest outside the science community. I think about the metals underneath the Moon’s dusty surface, and how much richer we’d be. Except nothing would change. There’s enough to change every man and woman’s life forever.
I still count the craters when I look through my telescope, hoping there will be one more than the last time. How many more times — how many more extinctions — would the earth be hit by meteors if the moon weren’t in the way?
The way the moonlight hits the midnight snow draws me outside. I forget my shoes, my thoughts. I still have the urge to look, despite the circumstances. Maybe it’s better left untouched. Maybe we all need something steady. Nothing, not even Facebook, can bring us closer together.