"Good Night Room. Good Night Moon. Good night cow jumping over the moon..."
I don't think I noticed the moon much for about 25 years. I am struck by watching Sophia and Olivia marvel at something that is there every night. The regularity of it is more cause for joy, not less. They never become rushed in their observation or bored with the subject. It's the moon. Bright and shiny, far away, high up, and mysterious. Just guessing its shape is exhilarating. I am drawn to watching them watch it. At our local School of Wonder, they are the teachers and I am the student. And I have much to unlearn. "Aren't we so lucky? We get to see the moon so much now!"