– I chased the moon last night.
– What does that mean ?
– I don’t know, I left your house and walked toward home. I found myself running down a street I hadn’t been on before. I caught glimpses of the moon behind houses. It was large and orange, just over half full, shrouded in clouds – calling to me.
– Did you catch it ?
– Sort of. I made it to the prom, kicked off my shoes and let my toes feel the wet grass. I walked along the hill and held the ocean in my gaze. The moon cast a shimmering glow on the water and I took it in. It was perfect. The moon and me.
– Moonchild chasing the moon, I’d expect nothing less.