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The Moon is our real companion


(Captured: 14th Nov. 2016, 7:38pm)

The moon is a familiar sight in our sky, brightening dark nights and reminding us of space exploration, past and present. But on this special supermoon — Monday, Nov. 14, I want to admit it that this is really means “super” because it’s the closest full moon to Earth since 1948. We won’t see another supermoon like this until 2034.

Scientist and astrologers take their view that The moon’s orbit around Earth is slightly elliptical so sometimes it is closer and sometimes it’s farther away. When the moon is full as it makes its closest pass to Earth it is known as a supermoon. At perigee — the point at which the moon is closest to Earth — the moon can be as much as 14 percent closer to Earth than At apogee — the moon is farthest from our planet. The full moon appears that much larger in diameter and because it is larger shines 30 percent more moonlight onto the Earth.

In philosopher's view, I would like to admit that moon is planet full of lightning bees. moon is one of my fantasies, because moon provides me a hope that, sometimes you are weak but day after day you will be strong and again you will fall. More Stronger you are, more you appear brighter and visible. I always take moon as part of my life.

Moon you are like my torch bearer which help me to find out my shore in darkness, at night you're witness of my loneliness, my late nights sorrow, my tears, my heartbreaks, my curiosity to talk to my love, and you are also admire me to go out and have fun under your brighter wisdom. You are so versatile once you were uncle for me in my childhood and save me from darkness, now you're one in which I see my girlfriend who continuously watching me from your eyes, and in my late life you will be my hope.

I strive to be like the moon. You served to remind people to always be on their best behavior and to be good to others. I heard that people complain when there is too much sun and it gets unbearably hot, and also when it rains too much or when it is cold. But, no one grumbles when the moon shines. Everyone becomes happy and appreciates the moon in their own special way.

Children watch their shadows and play in its light, people gather at the square to tell stories and dance through the night. And I stay at my balcony in waiting for those lighten rays and cold wind appears on my lips which reminds me a divine touch of her lips. A lot of happy things happen when the moon shines. These are some of the reasons why I want to be like the moon.

Moon never leaves. It’s always there, watching, steadfast, knowing us in our light and dark moments, changing forever just as we do. Every day it’s a different version of itself. Sometimes weak and wan, sometimes strong and full of light. The moon understands what it means to be human. Uncertain. Alone. Cratered by imperfections.

I never really thought about how when we look at the moon, it's the same moon as Shakespeare and Marie Antoinette and George Washington and Cleopatra looked at.

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©Vanza Vishal.

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