We took a moon day and made it all about us, read about time travel, read about the moon, considered the problem of time. We read some guy saying that we don’t know anything about the moon. We know the moon. We started the playlist, sky full of stars, rubbed moon stones and moon beams for a long, long time. Seventeen texts from the ex. We laughed our bare-naked asses off. We made solemn vows to see each other home and close to home, nude, hair wet, wild and beautiful.

(c) Lisa J. Trigg 2026