One night last holidays when I went for a walk/jog along the beach, the moon was so big and orange (unlike the picture above). And I got to thinking how it's been there for, like, billions of years. And I know it's stupid, but I felt sorry for it, like it must be suffering a long and lonely life with nothing but the wonderful view of space. That's assuming it has a good view, anyway. Maybe all it can see is pitch black.

Anyway, one moment I looked up to the horizon and there was the moon hovering above the water. Then the next moment it just disappeared. Kind of like a person - one moment they'll be important and bright and it's only natural to assume they'll always be there, in your life. But then they're just gone.

So, at one stage, I'm walking along the shore and I go past this guy playing guitar. What he was playing was just so beautiful, and for a few moments, walking with the sand beneath my feet and the sound of the waves crashing and the moon whole, it felt like nothing mattered. The universe was in sync and I was part of it; it felt so good.

When I came back past him, I was hoping he'd still be playing. But just as I got near him it started raining lightly and he got up and left. And then I remembered everything wasn't okay and I just wanted to sit there and cry.