Fly Me to the Moon…
2 January 2025
I saw this wonderful and sweetest rendition of Fly Me to the Moon at 15.21. I thought of you, but didn’t think there would be a need to send it to you until an hour later.
At 16.29, in light of the song, I was surprised to take these perfect shots. They were flying to the moon and passed it. I wish I could fly with them. I wish you could join me…
Venus was facing the Moon at 16.51. They reminded me of the poet beauty of Pluto and Charon circling, orbiting and facing each other for eternity. It’s a shame Pluto lost their planet status because of this, but I’m sure they don’t mind as long as they’re together.
I’ve never been able to take photos of the moon like this before. It feels too late. Everything feels too late. You opened up the magnificent solar system to me and I can’t share it with you. We shared these magical moments as well. I know you’d love these photos, and this makes it extremely bitter sweet. The symphony has gone…
We shared a lot of perfect moments like this. Our circular shaped ceiling lights come to mind. You’d just returned from enjoying a beautiful lunch at the restaurant we went to. I was extremely touched you had the same meal. That was so lovely.
You shared a photo of your light fitting, mine was similar but not as cool as yours. I can’t remember what led to it, but I think it was you who suggested using it as a target. You suggested I make a catapult, which I eventually did. I had a lot fun making it, and then shooting at the light fitting from my bed. A direct hit was a victory.
Then there was my recorder on another evening. You reminded me of playing it when I was you young, and you inspired me to get one. We really did have so much fun together, with lots and lots of magic stardust.
