Total Miles: 574.5
Near the Tri-Country Border – July 21, 2016
The moon rises again, its edge a bit faded, hinting at the passing days, reminding me that it will disappear into the daylight soon.
I climb out of Kilpisjärvi to say hello, to watch it arc above the earth, to stand on my tiptoes and pretend like I can reach out and catch it with both hands.
“If I let you go,” I say, “you have bring back the stars when you return.”
The Moon stares down at me, glowing white in the pale sky.
“Soon,” the moon says. “But why?”
I stare up.
“I miss them,” I say. “I miss the night. It all feels like a memory.”
My hands grow tired and the moon slips away. I don’t try to stop it. They are expecting it in the west, where it already glows on the horizon, and in the east, where it sets as the sun rises.
The moon is just a simple rock anyway, once you pluck it from the sky. It only shines when set free to follow its path, to arc across the sky, to soar into the heavens.
“See you soon,” I say.
“I’ll bring the stars,” the moon promises.