Cycles

'Is the Moon full tonight?'

Sure is, big and bright and full'a light, though all I see's a little crescent sliver of it. Must be full up there –

'What color is it?'

A golden yellow which bleeds pale white into the clouds that billow about –

'I love how it's always up there, easier to see than the Sun. Does us thinking about it change how big it is in the sky?'

In a way, I suppose. The more you notice somethin' being there, the more you notice when it's gone, which in turn helps you apply more value to it when it's back, so yeah I think –

'I'm sorry if I'm cutting you off. I never realized how many questions I'd have about the things I thought I knew.'

That's okay. I'll tell you whatever answers I know as many times as you need to ask.

'I love you, I hope you know that.'

I love you, too. I hope you know that.

I turn back the tape.

'Is the Moon full tonight?'

Sure is.