Perspective

Late afternoon. Bright sky with a dim sliver of a moon behind some low moving clouds. Layla on her back.

"Where is the moon going daddy?"
Me looking up: "oh, um, well the clouds are moving honey, not the moon".

"No, the moon is moving daddy, I see it! And where is it going?"
"Okay, let's watch to see where the moon goes."

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"So, where is it going daddy?"