Silent rock, gravity-caught, hanging outside the picture window, beautiful Selene; Luna, framed between eucalypt, distant hills, clear frost and daylight.
Mere 74 yottagrams, unthinkable tonnage, motionless and calm-quiet, asphalt-grey but white-bright reflection, her maria battle-wounds. Child of Theia, violent ejecta coalesced to coddle and protect.
Across the planet a friend sees her and we admire her together; a #supermoon to shield and shepherd and inspire.




