Nows and Forevers

Blue moon, I saw you standing there. And, maybe, one last time.
I’ve been enjoying the super blue moon above me the last few nights, even if last night, the penultimate, was mostly cloudy. Two nights ago, the moon shined bright and big, and it was wonderful. Tonight, as I write this, it’s getting dark and I’ll find out if I get to see it one last time, this super blue moon.
I better. I’m reading that it won’t be around again until 2037. I can’t guarantee I’m going to be around in 14 years. Every day is a gift, as I am reminded. So is every night.
I love looking at the stars, ever since I was a kid and I would wake up and look out my bedroom window after my parents were asleep.
Back then, as I understand it, the sky was much brighter than today. I lived in the Connecticut suburbs, not too far away from New York City, but I could see the stars and it felt like it got plenty dark at night. The moon was the first thing at night I remember seeing and then, in the early 1970s, it didn’t seem so far away. After all, 12 Americans had walked on the moon in my short six years of life and it had only been a few months since the last mission, Eugene Cernan and Harrison Schmidt, left in Apollo 17.
How did we know it would be so long before we went back?
That moon, it was yellow. I’ve been in wonder of it ever since.