Moon Views

Isn't it amazing that when I looked at the moon last month from the southern hemisphere and it was shaped like a football, you saw the same shape from your Midwest backyard? It was comforting. And now you're on a train chugging (I know, trains don't chug anymore) its way across Oklahoma, while I'm out here on my Seattle deck spying a smiley-faced moon. Are you looking at it too, now? It'll be late in Oklahoma but you'll be awake, I know. And as I stare into these familiar features, the rounded shadowed cheeks and semi-smile I feel closer to you. When I tried it in New Zealand, I knew you were still in yesterday's afternoon. I was hours, almost a day even, away from you. That time separated us more than miles.
But I like thinking about time and the relativity of it, even though I can't take in Einstein's perspective. People, some very smart ones, have tried to explain it to me. It always starts like this, "You're on a fast moving train. You throw a ball to your friend. A person outside the train sees the ball move..." Then I get lost. But I think it has something to do with being in different places at the same time. I wish I could do that. Then I could be in new lands in New Zealand while visiting you in the Midwest. At the same time. But that sounds selfish, and I'd hate to have anyone think that of me.