Soggy Moon
On the way out of school, Alexander* saw the Moon.
“Grandpa, is the Moon soggy?”
“No, the Moon is dry.”
“Oh.”
…
“I dreamed it came down. It was rolling and rolling and rolling and rolling in the street on the sidewalk in a mudpuddle it got dirty and wet Grandpa.”
We got home, the sky was darker so the Moon was brighter.
“Yay! It’s getting clean in the sky! Grandpa the Moon is getting clean.”
Next day we got home and out of the truck.
“The Moon is soggy.”
I turned and looked. Through the haze and overcast, the Moon looked very soggy.
* Alexander is my grandson, he’s 3.
The picture was taken the same night as the dream.
