Sit Spot Journal - Day 8

Since getting the adirondack chairs, I've taken a shine to them. I think it's the fact that they're much easier to turn than the patio swing¹ when I want to face the moon, which is waxing gibbous.

The moon has grown more fascinating with each passing night. It isn't surprising. The sky has become the center of my attention and the moon is the biggest and brightest object up there. I've also come to accept that the sky is the most natural "thing" (gosh, I wish I could think of a better word) within sight of my spot (if you don't count the weeds). Everything else around me has been placed here by human hands - the houses, the fence, the plants, the trees, the streetlights, this chair. And while it's true that humans are part of nature and it's only natural that we make our mark or leave our mark on the world around us, it feels like we touch everything, like we can't keep our hands to ourselves. At least with the stars and the moon and the night sky, our fingerprints (satellites, lunar spacecraft, etc.) aren't visible.

¹ One day, somebody will invent a swivel swing, and I'll be the first one to buy it and first one to tip over or get flung from it.