Tonight I looked at the moon in a different way.
Not like a painting or something from a story, mythical.
As a place. A place that it is.
It's always been there. Hanging, hovering, orbiting.
I've never seen America, I've never seen Ireland, I've never seen Bristol.
But I've seen the moon.
There it is, a place.
When does something become a place?
When you know you can go there?
I'm looking at the moon.
