The moon needs more light. It looks a little pale. Sunlight tries to help. Whenever the moon can the moon steals the sunlight, more in the winter, less in the summer. This is the way the moon operates. Even though the moon can’t love in the typical ‘love’ way it cares. Far below it people rest their weary heads and the moon wishes it could tuck everybody into bed. Due to time/space issues the best the moon can do is work those tides, helping to cover the shorelines over and over again with blankets of water. Childhood looms large over the moon. Earth grew up had people while the moon sat alone in space staying in the Earth’s orbit but never being as close as it wanted to be.
Many opinions are held by the moon and those opinions orbit around the moon. Space debris does that. From the Earth, the space debris lingers. Traveling by ship, preferably space ship, humans landed on the moon. The moon distinctly recalls not inviting humans to check it out. Humanity took pieces of the moon back to Earth which the moon was a bit happy about. Various countries competed to get to the moon. By far the cutest thing the moon saw was that dog the Earth sent into space. The dog looked so cute and so oblivious to the fact that it was in a dark empty void. Dogs never get worried about anything they are simply dogs.
Bees on the other hand worry. Bees worry a lot. Every day more bees die. A few bees paid Richard Branson for Space X to build a bee colony on the moon. Mostly rich bees were able to pay for the expense with the lesser-off bees content to simply protect that sweet delicious honey. Of course on the moon the bees languished, being unable to pollenate much of anything. No plants, no flowers, no trees, not even a halfway decent chain restaurant was on the moon, the bees soon realized. The bees on the moon had a choice: eat at Subway (Eat Fresh) or die. They choose death. It was a wise decision.
From the moon’s perspective the world is a sitcom. It is always changing though there appear to be similar themes throughout history. A lot of the earlier seasons of the world were a little atmospheric, not enough going on hence the moon kept it on in the background. Unfortunately the world gets a little too melodramatic for the moon’s tastes which is when the moon opts to stare out into the infinite space. Nature remains fascinating to the moon and the moon wonders how such a boring race as humans got the supposed upper hand when there are foxes. The pale light of the moon is the nightlight for foxes and other nocturnal creatures. It is the sun for everybody else.