I love the Moon 🌕🌑,
with all its phases and faces, like a friend always there with me, looking after me and listening to me. In every joy and sorrow, it is there, a constant presence that I can rely on. It brings a sense of comfort and familiarity to my life, reminding me of the beauty and mystery of the universe.

And I am blessed to know that there are others out there who share the same Moon and the same sky with me. I feel grateful for their existence, and for the connections we share across space and time. We may be separated by distance, culture, and language, but we are united by our love for the Moon and our shared awe and wonder at the cosmos.

Together, we gaze up at the same sky, marveling at the same stars and constellations, and feeling the same sense of connection and belonging. The Moon is more than just a celestial object; it is a symbol of our shared humanity and our enduring quest for meaning and understanding. And for that, I am grateful.

The Moon is a reminder that no matter what phase we are in, we are still whole and that dark phases are just as important and beautiful as the bright ones.