I flip through the pages again – the scene where the girl and boy are being sent to different places in Siberia. They almost know it – they’ll never return or meet each other again.
Yet, the girl says ..”Watch the moon in the sky, and think of me. We’ll be looking at the same moon.”
Do moons remain the same, or change with skies and seasons? Flower or Hunter or Blue or Black? Who gives the nomenclature? Does the moon know who is looking at it, and spinning stories to suit themselves?
the same moon
reflects all our moods