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I'm looking out my window at six fifty PM...it's dark, and looks like at least eleven outside, the moon is high in the sky, and there are clouds all around it, but it shines through, and shows all the brighter and more beautiful with the clouds there, the tree branches make a perfect frame to it, and it's the best thing I've ever seen....

it's also very symbolic, if you think about it, when I was looking at it, I thought about how the clouds moved, and flowed, changing, thining, and thickining, how it shows the changes in ones life, sometimes for the better, sometimes for the worse, I thought about how people who can stay happy and optimistic through troubled times, are made all the better, all the nicer, all the happier, I thought about how the tiny little branches are reaching for it, and the moon is reaching for them, and how they meet, in the middle, and they connect, and it made me think of friends, how you reach for them as they reach for you, and then you meet, in the middle, and you have friends, who are often friends with other friends of yours....

this is just somethings that came into my mind as I saw that moon, another thing that I thought of was....why is it so dark, with the moon so high at only 6:50? I knew what my parents would have said when I was little...

" 'Cause the sky's so high, and little girls like you can't fly. "

But the sky isn't so high, I'm not so little, and I can fly....