I read it in the papers, I heard it on the radio, we spoke about it. It was going to be 30% larger than usual and so much % brighter than usual.
I chased it up the hills and down the hills in my car, along this lake, down this country road, behind the church, on the outlook besides the hotel and in many more spots that my car had never travelled. It played hide & seek with me appearing and disappearing behind hills, mountains, rooftops and forestland as I was searching to see it as big and bright as I thought it should be. Of course, as it went higher up and could no longer hide, it also became smaller. I am left with a photo in which his 'superness' does not show but me knowing how and when next time.
Fengaraki mou lambro, fengemou na prepato, na peejaino sto skolio, na matheno gramata, tou theou ta pramata.
I'm not going to tell that someone taught me this poem 71 years ago in a language that was never spoken again in our family because new languages had to be learned. It asks the moon to guide me so that I can go to school and learn to read the things of god (I think).