I have found moon to be a strange fellow. Happy and smiling most of the time with a glow on his face. But he gets angry suddenly and decides to disappear. Then he comes back again with a sheepish smile, perhaps regretting his anger. Some days he seems pensive and withdrawn. Some days he hides as if he were a naughty child who had just pulled a prank. But he is most vulnerable and wavering when he visits the sea. Maybe its vastitude overwhelms him. Or may be he shies away from the waves trying to reach him, touch him.
Fleeting thoughts in snippets.