Sometimes two people need to step apart and make a space between that each might see the other anew, in a glance across a room or silhouetted against the moon.
We are, many of us, a planet orbiting somebody's sun, unconscious of a lonely moon, orbiting our planet.
A painting is what you make of it, besides which, 'Moon, Weeping' has a better ring to it than 'Paintbrush, Dripping.
