I walked out of work at the end of the day and the sun shone in my eyes, blinding me before I remembered that it's winter and the sun a miracle instead of a burden. I basked in it for a minute, and then I turned around to look for the moon, right where I knew it would be at this time of the month, sharp and bonewhite against the bright blue sky. It never stops feeling miraculous and awesome, awesome in the sense of equal parts exciting and terrifying, that I can see outside this bubble of a planet into space, and see how the moon is turning its face toward the sun in their boundless, endless dance, so massive that I'm not even a speck of dust in comparison, but I am also an infinity.
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