I CAN DO MAGIC.
I was just outside with the dog, and the moon was below the level of the trees. I walked away from the moon (LIKE I JUST DIDN’T CARE WHETHER I SAW IT OR NOT), turned back around, and voilà! THE MOON WAS BACK UP WHERE I COULD SEE IT BETTER.
It’s magic. Magic, I tell you. Or geometry.
I think the moon missed me and wanted to spend a little more time with me tonight.