There's Always the Moon

My parents went back home on Wednesday and I can’t help but feel lonely. They are so far away, along with the rest of my family and very many of my friends. I have no idea when I’m going to be able to see them again. It makes me feel homesick and sad.

One thing that always comforts me is looking at the night sky. I look up at the moon and the beautiful stars and suddenly it doesn’t matter where in the world I am. Because the moon and the stars are constant (at least to us little humans down here on earth)- wherever you go they always look the same.

I take comfort in the fact that even though I live thousands of miles from many of the people I love, we are still all looking at the same sky at night. No matter what continents we are on, the moon is always the same, waxing and waning. Ever changing, yet never really different.

When my husband was deployed, I used to sit outside my apartment building and gaze at the endless universe that can only be seen at night. I would picture him looking up at the same ceiling of darkness and lights, thinking of me. It soothed and comforted me.

Tonight, when I look at the sky, I will be thinking of all the billions of people in this world whom I will never meet, whom I have nothing in common with except the sky that we look at together in the darkness of the night.