I was raised on a small farm in Southern Mississippi, so most of my days and evenings were spent outside, which strikes a stark contrast with my life in a city apartment today.
When I was a child, the moon in all its phases was both mysterious and familiar to me, and those countless moments gazing up at the night sky made me feel part of something timeless and vast, yet somehow intimate.
Now I spend most of my time inside. I feel like I had a stronger sense of self and place when I was younger, and I feel anxious when I don’t know what phase the moon is in. I worry about what other things my disconnect with the natural world has caused me to lose.