The night before I left for my trip I told Sophie something that’s been said by many separated by distance. Should you miss me, I said, and should I seem so very far away, have comfort that the big, full moon you see outside is the exact same moon I will be looking at, only at a different time. I know she didn’t understand but still, I found comfort in it. And maybe, somewhere deep inside, she at one point noticed the moon and, for a reason she didn’t even understand, found comfort in it, too.
“You don’t have to be tall to see the moon.” —African proverb