Captain’s Log: Day Eighteen
 
My dearest Luna,
 
I miss you, my love. I don’t know if my longing for you caused me to see what I saw today, or if it was a true vision. Today, in a bright white star, I saw your face.
 
I know you are named for our Moon, so a star is a strange object to link to you. But is it, really? After all, the Moon reflects the light of our own white star, the Sun, offering light to the world even in the dark.
 
You are my light, Luna. My beacon in the darkness.
 
I can’t wait to follow that light home.
 
 
Original watercolor mounted on wood
6x6x1.5"