Day 12 of the 100-day writing project.
“It is a beautiful and delightful sight to behold the body of the Moon.” ― Galileo Galilei
Where I grew up
I didn’t grow up near the sea with its fishermen flinging their nets through the sun’s golden beams. I saw no boats, caught no waves or ate no bites of the fish’s flesh, its silver skin scaled off with a steel scalpel.