Times like this move me, when the moon is full and visible while the sun still shines.  It’s as that precise moment on a see-saw when both sides are level.  Like a heartsick romantic no longer satisfied with admiring its lover from afar, the moon reaches out towards the sun, beseeching its warmth without apology as it offers up a love letter - one that’s written in the language of its craters, celestial braille.  And despite the sun’s lack of affection, it’s nice to know the moon won’t surrender.  It will gather itself and try again, for it understands the nature of what it is to be truly in love.  It doesn’t matter if the other feels the same, so long as they give you a reason to keep on shining.