I sat on the back porch a couple of days ago, in the cool Texan morning surrounded by the morning birds who could not keep quiet, and there the moon hung. It was the moment when the moon is slowly fading in the presence of the sun, losing its luster as the primary source gains ground in the horizon. Without the mountains, the sky is so much bigger. The mountains, like Atlas kept the sky further away. Here the sky feel as close as it could possibly get. Such a difference from Korea. As different as the moon.
That’s where I might as well have been: the moon.