"Look Mommy, it's a C moon today" said J pointing skywards. We talked about how the moon goes from being a C to a D to an O.
J was quick to point out "There is a J moon too" I smiled at that. Even celestial objects like the world revolve around J.
"I don't remember having seen a J moon. When is the moon like a J ?" I ask her.
"Every once in a very very long while, the moon looks like a J" she tells me seriously. I tell her to keep an eye on the moon so she can show me the next time it happens.
She asks me why the moon follows her, whether it is hot like fire or cold like ice. I tell her maybe the moon loves her and wants to be her friend. She is happy to know that and asks if the moon swims in the sky. I tell her I don't know.
I love the way J traipses seamlessly between the real and the imaginary. She's put me in a mood where I can imagine walking in a garden frozen in eternal spring
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