The summer before college, I started having friends all over. I had friends from a summer trip to Mexico, friends from high school who were moving to new towns...I felt so disjoint. I missed some of these people so deeply that I needed something to connect us again. I was away at college, making new friends, and my old ones were fading into the background.
When summertime came around, I found myself in the same boat with my college friends - we were scattered to the winds. One friend and I would always talk away our insomnia into the wee hours of the morning, and we would always end up talking about the moon.
It was such a thing of constancy for me. When I talked to him, we'd have the moon together. Sometimes it would be cloudy where I was and clear where he was - but it was there, and we'd talk about it. Just this cool, gentle orb in the sky. Not so harsh as the daylight. It's always seemed easier for me to spill secrets at night, because it seems that no one can be so judgmental by the light of the moon.
I loved watching the moon over the ocean when I lived on the Carolina Coast. It was absolutely the most peaceful thing I have ever seen. I could sit for hours and stare.
Over all the places I moved as a child, and all the places I have lived as an adult, many things have changed, but I know the moon...like my oldest friend, it's been there through everything, a constant companion to my elations, my fears, my worries, my pain, guilt and triumphs. Night owls like me almost have to love it. :-)