“The moon on the one hand, the dawn on the other:
The moon is my sister, the dawn is my brother.
The moon on my left and the dawn on my right.
My brother, good morning: my sister, good night.”
— Hilaire Belloc
I go to sleep and wake up with the moon. In the evening, it is behind me. By morning, it is directly across from our home, greeting me as I get into my car. We have become strange ride-share partners on my way to work, the moon and I.