An ornament I made some years back: two views.
As a boy, I was sure of two things: the moon was made of cheese, and I could see the Man in the Moon easily. Other people didn't seem to see the same figure that I did, and their persistent blindness or obstinate refusal to look again, more closely, frustrated me.
Later, I let all that go. The first moon walk was magic, but not the kind that meant the most to me.
I can still see that Man, you know.
