Starstruck, I love that poetry!
Got to tell a Sun-and-Moon story of my own. I was on the bus, feeling sort of... well, tired, lost in my thoughts, not paying attention to very many things around me. There was a young couple next to me, and I hardly looked at them, either. But as the bus slowly labored along a suburban street, I heard the girl say to her boyfriend:
"Look at the Sun!"
Her boyfriend looked. I looked, too. I was still partly in the world of my daydreams, looking out of the bus window as the Sun looked back at me.
Wowzers. The Sun was really
large.
And not only that... the Sun looked... off-color. It looked kind of...
sick. Really...
pale. And sort of blotchy, too.
I stood there, on the bus, my thoughts slowly drifting from whatever they had been wrapping themselves around to the strange Sun and the fate of humanity. Could we survive under such a weak sun?
And then I heard the girl's boyfriend speak out, and his words penetrated the fog of my brain:
"That's not the Sun. That's the Moon."
Oh. Yes. Yes, of course. It was the Moon, not the Sun.
Of course it was the Moon! Hey, it was even kind of dark outside! How often is it dark when the Sun is up? Huh?
Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.
But the world was normal again, and I didn't daydream much during the rest of that bus ride.
Ann