The city looks tiny & flickering below.
As the aircraft soars its way through misty clouds,
the city below reduces to a faint ball of light.
I tilt my head gingerly to stare into the endless darkness,
and I find the old moon staring back at me warmly.
The moon - of which tales have been told & on which mankind has trudged,
reminds me of the 'giant leap' taken decades ago.
A leap of faith that attributed familiarity to this milky white ball of a moon
A reassuring though amid the indifferent sky - to know that man has only captured it, but not capsized by its vastness.
