Yesterday Jack and I were sitting down to dinner on our deck feeling rather blue. Our daughter had just flown off to spend eight months in Russia--the end of June seems so far off right now. Indian Summer made it possible for us to enjoy our meal outside--perhaps for the last time this year--just as the moon was rising over the horizon. An orb three-quarters full in a clear blue sky brushed lightly with a few diaphanous wisps of cloud was a comforting sight. The last dregs of summer offered a quenching warmness to our drooping spirits. Jack then said something that is going to make a huge difference for me in the coming months.
"Laura could be looking up at that moon right now."
Her view would be of a moon setting in the west during the wee hours of the morning. It is ten hours difference in time, so she is very nearly halfway around the world from us. She is due to call us any minute. If she looks out while she calls, it will be on a setting sun, while ours has just risen--but it is the same sun. We can both see the same thing--so that means she is just around the corner.