I love pictures that make me think and take me away whether past, present, or future.

I remember as a child watching the moon. It started when I was very small and my parents and I would be in the car driving home from visiting relatives. No car seats or seatbelts back then if you are old enough to remember.

As I would act up in the backseat and not sit down, my parents would remind me that the moon was watching me. I would peek out the window and sure enough, there it would be staring down at me. Every corner we turned would have me popping my head back up from my hiding spot on the back floor of the car to see it still staring at me.

At times it seemed to duck and hide only to be on the other side of the car. It became a game of hide and seek. As I layed quitely on the floor, blanket over my head to hide, I would many times fall to sleep. My Father would scoop me up and cradle me in his arms as he marched us off into the house. I would always try to peek to see if that pesky moon was still watching me.

As I grew older it became a clock for me. When the moon came out and the street lights came on, I had to be in my yard. As I got to be a teenager, I would stare at the moon and wonder who else was staring at it. As got got a bit older and started traveling I would take a moment to stare at the moon in hopes that my loved ones were also staring at it knowing that I missed them.

Moon enery is mystical, feminine, and moody the books tell me. I just like the moon as it comforts me as it watches over me as I go through life.

What do you feel or think about the moon?