I'm a lunatic.
I'm crazy about the moon- if it's dark and I'm outside, you can be sure I will take at least a few moments to gaze at the moon. It mesmerizes me. It enthralls me. It is the same moon that lit up the sky centuries ago. The same moon Shakespear gazed upon. It's beautiful- there's nothing else like it. Such an icon for romance and mystery. It seems after mankind figured out how travel to the moon, the mystery was gone. You don't see anyone taking their photos in front of fake moons anymore, do you? For me, the moon will always hold the mystery and romance of long ago.