– 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.