I've always loved an oversized summer moon poking through red/orange finger-painted clouds in the late afternoon, while there is still light in the sky. Hanging there seemingly motionless with its imperfections, craters and red tint, so much larger than the setting sun. Full (or near) and beautiful and controlling tides and axis tilt and completely indifferent to its role in keeping us around.
It always made this feel like a planet and me feel a meaningless part of the immenseness of the universe - keeping the ego in check and the thoughts a bit absurd. I stare, picturing the planet from the outside looking in and laughing; deafening fucking laughter.
But mostly, it allowed an appreciation of chaos and how it has paused for us - even just for a bit.
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