I waited for Leo to say something. From a ‘long long time ago’. Which is our little ritual before bed. Anything he likes – real or fantastic or both.
But, this time, just breathing. Announcing sleeping. And thoughts flung off into a dark space. No doubt skating around like planets. Which leaves me standing, pondering his moon light. Remembering this photo. And, for some reason, the Pitt Rivers museum in Oxford – which has a scale model of the Earth and moon at their ‘distance’. A weird kind of distance that is almost silly to try and put to words. Just close your eyes.