'The moon personified.'

I looked it up once.

I'm not usually the romantic type - the poetic type - the artsy type. I guess people can change.

It's not just 238,857 miles away; it's right across the street.

I can look up at the nightsky and think something different than "uranium, thorium, potassium, oxygen, silicon, magnesium, iron, titanium, calcium, aluminum, hydrogen..." I just don't think "2,160 miles wide."

I think "Cynthia." Sometimes, "Selene, Phoebe, Artemis, Luna, Diana..." But always I think "Cynthia."

She made me see something different than the facts.

She made me see it...personified.